Elena’s POV
The week flew by in a whirlwind of activity that left me dizzy. From the moment I said yes, it felt like someone had pressed fast-forward on our lives. Damien was a force of nature, energized, focused, and determined to make everything perfect. Every morning I woke up to new samples, new calls, new decisions that needed my input. Flowers, music, lighting, even the exact shade of white for the tablecloths. He consulted me on everything, but the pace never slowed.
I stood in the living room one afternoon, surrounded by fabric swatches and floral arrangements the designers had brought over. Damien was on the phone with the caterer, confirming the menu for the fifth time.
“Yes, the salmon for Elena. No, nothing too heavy. And the cake, chocolate with vanilla buttercream. Perfect
