Chapter 15

I paused for a moment, startled by a sudden realization: the woman standing with poised confidence near the entrance was one of Alistair’s acquaintances. Our eyes locked across the spacious hall, and she offered me a radiant, welcoming smile. Despite my nerves, I returned her smile, grateful for that simple gesture. With Sienna by my side as my steadfast supporter, I felt an anchor of calm—and seeing Camille DeWitt, the world-renowned fashion director and designer, gave me an unexpected wave of reassurance.

The reception hall was softly lit by crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow on the polished marble floors. Rows of white chairs had been pushed aside to create an open area for mingling. Gentle laughter and distant conversations formed a comforting hum in the background. My dress—a masterpiece of Camille’s craftsmanship—felt both snug and graceful against my skin. My hair was arranged in cascading waves, and my makeup highlighted my features just enough to make me feel c