(Sienna’s POV)
This was meant to be a beautiful day. With no clouds in the sky and soft breezes on the horizon, a lovely memory ahead seemed like a promise.
When my eyes first met Arthur’s from down the aisle and I took in his handsome face and the way he looked in his black tuxedo—how it was snug at the shoulders in the sexiest possible way—I temporarily forgot that this is an arrangement…a deal we made…a f*****g contract.
No part of today is real, I remind myself and my wolf. My teeth grind together in a mix of anxiety, annoyance, and a simmering anger that I do not understand.
I knew this all along, despite all the planning, work, and effort I put into pulling it off. Still, I knew it.
I knew when I picked out the insane number of flower arrangements, the music, cream-color
