The morning of a wedding could never be serene. Chaos, whispered orders, hurried footsteps, the clatter of trays and the rustle of silk, these were as much a part of the day as the vows themselves.
But for the Harts and the Blakes, nothing escaped control. Every chair was aligned with precision, every flower arranged with immaculate care, every staff member poised to respond before a single problem could even surface. It was perfection, calculated and absolute, the kind that only families like these could command.
The hall gleamed under the morning light. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across the polished marble floor. Soft silk drapes hung from the walls, catching the glow of hidden lamps to create a halo of subtle luxury. There was no corner untouched, no space left to chance. Even from the balcony, the venue looked like something plucked from the pages of a dream, or a magazine dedicated entirely to wealth and elegance.
