Chapter 23
Derek’s POV
The dining table was covered in wedding magazines, venue brochures, and color swatches.
Mom sat at the head, beaming with excitement as she flipped through another catalog.
Marcus sat beside her, playing the role of the perfect fiancé flawlessly.
I was trapped across from them, forced to participate in planning the event that would officially make him my stepfather.
“What do you think of these centerpieces, honey?” Mom asked, pushing a page toward me.
I glanced at the photos of elaborate floral arrangements. “They look nice.”
Marcus’s foot hooked around my ankle under the table again. The secret touch sent a jolt up my leg.
I tried to pull away, but he held firm, his expression never changing as he discussed catering options with Mom.
The planning sessi
