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“I’m aware.”

“You need to give me some direction. I won’t even be working with a guest list.”

He nodded. “Very well, I have one rule.”

I folded my arms. “I’m listening.”

“It must have a timeless, romantic feel.”

I stared at him. “Romantic?”

“Timeless and romantic.”

I narrowed my eyes again. “You’re up to something.”

“The stock market is up to something, mi amor,” he teased. “I merely need this event planned and for you to take full control of it.”

“With no guest list and nothing but timeless romance as a guide to what you’re looking for in this, I will say that you’re putting an awful lot of faith in me.”

He leaned back. “I trust you.”

“And you’re comfortable with me making every decision?”

“I am.”

“What if you hate it?”

“I won’t.”

“You don’t know that.” I laughed.

He looked directly at me. “I do.” He smiled again. “So?”

I sighed.

“So?” he asked again. “Will you do it?”

I looked at him for another long moment, then smiled, “Fine.”

His grin appeared instantly.

“But if your mystery guests hate everything, that’s entirely your fault.”

He laughed. “Deal.”

And now, as I stood here staring at the final, flawless outcome, I knew for sure that I was a total badass. I’d pulled off an exclusive, world-class event without ever knowing what the hell it was actually for.

I glanced at my watch, knowing I needed to change into my gown to join this event as Titus’s girlfriend, as I’d promised him.

“Aria?” I said.

“Right here,” she answered in my earpiece.

“You have it from here. I’m changing and joining Titus for the rest of the night.”

“Got it. I did just fine at the last event, so you can rest easy knowing nothing will fall apart.”

“Yes, you did,” I said, smiling, and turned to walk toward the guest suites in this location of the yacht.