INT. WALES ESTATE – BRIDAL SUITE – TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING
Ever stood in front of a grand mirror, draped in lace and silk samples. The world outside buzzed with excitement, but inside her heart? Chaos. A flurry of stylists, assistants, and wedding planners circled her, holding clipboards and fabric swatches.
Natalia, her unexpected best friend now, placed a tiara gently on Ever's head. "It's surreal, huh? A few months ago, we were hiding from chaos. Now look at you. About to marry the city's most dangerous romantic."
Ever smiled nervously. "Is this too much?"
"You're marrying Allesandro Wales. Too much is the baseline," Natalia smirked.
Suddenly, Madam Wales entered the room unannounced, clutching pearls and drama.
"I hope you're not wearing white," she said, scanning Ever with distaste. "Tradition matters."
Natalia immediately stepped in. "Madam Wales, unless you're sewing the dress yourself, kindly take a seat or leave."