Vincent’s pov
The ride back to my house was completely quiet on my end, but Camilla did not stop talking for a single second.
We stepped out into the crisp afternoon air and walked into the grand foyer, where the crystal chandeliers cast long reflections across the polished limestone floors. Camilla immediately threw her designer wrap onto the chaise lounge and began pacing the expansive space, her eyes bright with a frantic sort of energy.
"We need to contact the premier bridal houses in Milan by tomorrow morning, Vincent," Camilla said, "I am already talking about our wedding design with my personal stylist, and I am absolutely going to buy the biggest dress that money can buy. The entire high-society circle needs to see that the Ashford family stands firmly behind me, especially aft
