POV: Siena

I never imagined that planning a wedding would begin like this.

There were three open pizza boxes sitting on our coffee table, each one missing more slices than it had left. Everyone was scattered around the living room, their voices overlapping, and opinions flying faster than we could keep up. It was messy and loud, and not at all how I pictured a wedding meeting.

And yet, somehow, it felt just right.

It was a cozy Saturday evening in the penthouse, and nearly everyone we cared about was here. Lucian, Ares, Charles, Margaret, and Elise had come over to discuss the wedding plans. Mila couldn’t make it in...