SIENNA’S POVI stood near the giant glass windows of Kane International’s grand hall, trying to catch my breath. My feet felt like they were on fire inside my high heels, and my back ached from standing straight for six hours straight. For three whole weeks, I had barely slept. I checked every single flower arrangement, tasted every single bite of food, and checked off every single name on the guest list. Our family event business was hanging on by a thread. If this one night went wrong, we would lose everything.Around me, rich people in sparkly dresses and expensive suits laughed loudly. They held glasses of champagne and looked down at me like I was just a piece of furniture. A woman in a red silk dress walked past me, dropped her empty glass right on the floor near my feet, and snapped, "Pick that up, will you? And get me another glass of sparkling water."I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. "I am the event planner, not a waitress," I said politely, forcing a smi
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