Before Aria could respond, the door swung open with a loud bang.

“Damian! I need you!” Selene’s voice rang through the room, sharp and urgent.

Damian turned, eyebrow raised, his patience already thinning.

“Selene, what is it? This better not be another one of your dramatics,” he said, his tone low but steady, the kind that demanded attention.

Selene froze mid-step, then walked closer, hands flailing slightly. “Damian, I just… I need to make sure everything is set for the wedding. The vendors, the venue… and—and the doctor appointment! I can’t handle any delays, I just—”

He cut her off, stepping in front of her. “Selene. Stop. Take a breath...