Jessica’s POV

Stanley is halfway down the porch steps when I rush out, clutching the thick file against my chest.

“Wait!” I call out, trying not to sound desperate. “You forgot something.”

He slows but doesn’t stop until he’s by the car door. I reach him just as he swings it open, his brows pinched and expression already tense. He’s always tense lately.

“What is it now?” he asks, not even bothering to look at me.

I shove the file into his hands. “It’s everything I’ve put together for the wedding. A summary. Venues, press coordination, stylist options, dates. You said we should get things moving, so I did.”

He...