The grand hall of the Knight family estate buzzed with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking champagne glasses. New York’s and Los Angeles’ elite had gathered to celebrate 2 nights before the wedding of Sebastian Knight and Georgia Wilson. Guests milled about, exchanging whispers and polite smiles, the air thick with anticipation for the wedding the following day.
Sebastian lingered by the bar, his tie slightly loosened, his mood darker than the festivities warranted. His eyes briefly flickered across the room to Georgia, who was surrounded by her friends, laughing, radiant, in her element. Yet whenever her gaze landed on him, her smile faltered, and a flicker of worry crossed her face.
Marco appeared beside him, holding a fresh glass of bourbon. “You’re supposed to be happy, boss. You’re the groom-to-be, remember?”
Sebastian’s response was a withering glare. Marco, undeterred, leaned in. “You’re making everyone nervous. Especially Georgia.”