Elara chuckles. “The flowers are gorgeous, though. I heard they flew them in this morning.”
“From the Netherlands,” Vivian adds. “Because apparently local flowers weren’t dramatic enough.”
I didn’t even know that; it shows just how disinterested I am in the details. I just want access to the man.
“And the food,” Elara says, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Have you tried the lamb yet?”
“Not properly,” I admit. “I’ve been intercepted every five steps.”
“You need to eat,” Vivian scolds lightly. “That’s rule number one at your wedding. People expect you to smile, but they don’t expect you to starve.”
Elara nods. “There’s a chocolate torte at the dessert table that might actually change your life.”
That earns a real smile from me. Small, but real.
“Then I suppose I’ll survive the night,” I say.
Vivian squeezes my hand. “You’re doing great, you know.”
I don’t answer that. I just stand between them, breathing a little easier, letting the chatter about food and décor carry mefor a moment longer, before I step back into the role waiting for me.
By the time the night finally winds down, I’m exhausted. Smiled out. Touched out. Watched to death.
So when it’s time to leave, I’m relieved—more than I should be.
Even if it means spending the night with Sebastian.
At least it will be quiet.
We make our rounds, final hugs, final congratulations. Cameras flash one last time. Then Sebastian’s hand settles on my back and guides me toward the waiting car. We wave as we step inside, the door closing with a soft, decisive thud that cuts off the noise and the performance all at once.
Silence fills the space.
Not awkward. Not gentle. Just tense.
The city lights glow outside the tinted windows. I sit straight, hands folded in my lap, aware of Sebastian beside me without looking at him. I can feel his energy like a low hum, restrained and restless.
He turns slightly toward the front.
“Let’s go,” he says to Marko.
Marko pulls away from the curb, the car gliding into traffic.
Chapter 11 – Sebastian
I take Sienna to my villa. Roman is right; Viktor is a threat, and I won’t gamble with our lives just to prove a point. Plus, my villa also has a studio, so it’s not as unbearable as I make it seem in my mind.
The moment the car pulls into the compound, Sienna is out, heels clicking sharply against stone as she heads for the front door like she owns the place.
I’m pissed at her.
And so fucking aroused.
Both at once.
Hell.
Everything she did today twisted me up from the inside. The kiss at the altar. The way she led me onto the dance floor like I was the one following her rules. The wink—gosh, that damned wink. It wasn’t playful. It was deliberate. Like she wanted me off balance.
