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“I recognize her as the woman I am blessed to call my fiancée—and soon-to-be-wife.”
Halden stared at him with contempt. “Poor fool.”
Aaron shrugged slightly. “Actually you’re the one who’s foolish—in more ways than one.”
Camille leaned into him gratefully.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Aaron said coolly.
Then they walked away together.
Behind them Simon Halden stood seething with helpless rage.
Chapter 25
The weeks leading up to the wedding moved both slowly and quickly at the same time.
Some days Camille felt as if time had stopped—every detail needing attention. Other days entire weeks disappeared in a blur of fittings, phone calls, and endless decisions.
Aaron, she had discovered, approached wedding planning the same way he approached directing a film.
Systematically.
He had spreadsheets.
Actual spreadsheets.
“You made a production schedule for our wedding?” Camille asked one evening, staring at the document on his laptop.
Aaron didn’t even look embarrassed.
“It’s a very efficient way to track logistics.”
“You scheduled the flower delivery down to the minute.”
“That’s how you prevent chaos.”
She leaned over his shoulder.
“You also color coded everything.”
“That’s for visual clarity.”
Camille shook her head.
“You are unbelievable.”
Aaron turned and kissed her cheek.
“And yet you’re marrying me.”
~*~*~*~
Two weeks before the wedding, Camille’s parents came to visit again. This time, they arrived separately.
Her father came first.
He looked different—less flamboyant than usual, dressed simply in a navy blazer and an open-collar shirt. There was noneof his usual polish, none of the easy swagger. He stood in the doorway, almost uncertain.
