The day started with excitement in the air. I had barely finished my morning coffee when Sophie barged into the drawing room, a thick binder in hand and a determined glint in her eye.
"Emilia, it's time to get serious," she declared, plopping the binder onto the table with a dramatic thud. "We've got a wedding to plan, and trust me, it's not going to plan itself."
Damien, who had been flipping through a newspaper on the couch, looked up and grinned. "Should I be worried about what's in that binder?"
"Yes," Sophie replied without hesitation, her gaze already scanning the room as if mentally rearranging it into a venue for the reception. "But you should also be grateful. I'm saving you both from a world of chaos."
I laughed, setting down my coffee cup. "Alright, Sophie. Let's hear it. What's the game plan?"