Sophia had planned dozens of high-society weddings, but none had tested her professionalism like this one. The ballroom of the Grand Meridian Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and floral arrangements as she reviewed the final seating chart. At twenty-eight, she was one of the city’s most sought-after wedding planners, organized, elegant, and always in control. Until he walked in.
Liam Westbrook. The groom’s best man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with tousled dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. He moved with the easy confidence of someone born into privilege but hardened by experience. From the moment he’d arrived at the first planning meeting two weeks ago the air between them had crackled with forbidden electricity.
Today, during a private walkthrough of
