Isla POV

Today was winding down, and Vivienne had practically shared the invitation cards to almost everyone in the office.

But, I didn't care anymore. The wedding was a farce-a stage I was about to burn down. And I needed to meet up with Mr. Vale to make sure the flames caught properly.

I was packing up my things at my desk when Carmilla appeared beside me.

"Are you actually going to resign?" she asked, hands folded, ready to lecture me.

A smirk tugged at my lips. I still suspected her motives, but it was obvious she was looking out for me.

"I'm not, Carmilla. Ronan wants me to, but...