ANNA'S POV

“Please make sure the center tables are spaced evenly, I don’t want anyone bumping into each other once guests start arriving,” I said, clapping my hands once to get the attention of the decorators hovering around the hall.

“Yes ma’am,” one of them replied quickly, already gesturing to the others to adjust the arrangement.

I glanced at my wristwatch again. Thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes until the ceremony officially began, and my nerves were stretched so tight it felt like one wrong move could snap them completely. Today wasn’t just any event. This ceremony meant everything to Quinn’s Group. Investors, board members, partners, the press, everyone that mattered...