Sloane had always known wedding planning would be a nightmare. She just hadn't expected it to begin this quickly.
The morning after the dinner at the Saint-Clair estate, her phone hadn't stopped buzzing. Emails. Calendar invites. Messages from wedding coordinators she hadn't even hired yet.
And at the center of it all?
Vivienne Montgomery and Eleanor Saint-Clair.
Sloane took another sip of her espresso, skimming through the endless messages as she sat at the penthouse's dining table. Across from her, Vincent was just as composed as ever, reading through a business report as if their impending wedding wasn't taking over every corner of her inbox.
She set her cup down, exhaling sharply. "Tell me something, Vincent."
Without looking up, he turned a page. "Hmm?"
"Would you prefer I strangle you now, or after the wedding is planned?"
Finally, he glanced up, smirking. "What did I do this time?"
