Serena dropped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her.

“Can you believe it’s just a week to our wedding?” she said, staring up at the ceiling. “The invitation cards are supposed to be ready today. I already arranged for them to be fetched so we can finally start distributing.”

She turned her head toward him, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

“I deserve a honeymoon immediately after the wedding. Like ASAP.”

Roman chuckled, crossing the room to her. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Anywhere you want,” he said easily. “Name it.”

She smiled, finally relaxing, and...