Mandy's POV
A restless energy had been consuming me since the night of the charity ball, like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. Something important was hovering just beyond my reach, a crucial detail that refused to surface no matter how hard I tried to grasp it.
The memory of my outburst that night still brought a dark satisfaction, but then came the parts that made me cringe. How I had practically dissolved in his embrace, babbling something utterly ridiculous about his eyes being beautiful.
God, what had possessed me?
What kind of fool did that make me?
"Mandy, are you even paying attention?" Alana's cutting tone sliced through my wandering thoughts.
"Honestly? No," I answered without sugar-coating it.
Alana fixed me with a withering stare. "This is serious. We have barely any time to orchestrate a wedding that will dominate society headlines for months. At this pace, we're drowning. Maybe we need to bring in professional help."
