Sofia couldn't stop smiling.
Laughter drifted through her office like music—Anne teasing Eloise about the floral samples, Elise balancing two cupcakes and calling it "research." Lace swatches lay like scattered clouds on her desk, their delicate threads catching the light. The scent of vanilla and roses filled the room, sweet and heady. It was chaos. Joyful, beautiful chaos.
And at the center of it was her—Sofia Ravenstrong. Bride, again. But this time... by choice. By love.
Adam had hired the most elite wedding coordinator in the country—someone who only took royal clients and reigned over receptions like a general in stilettos. But Sofia insisted on being involved in every detail.
Because this wasn't just a ceremony.
It was a vow reborn.
