Ava’s POV
Here I am again, standing on the altar for the third time. Seriously, how ridiculous can my life get?
The weight of the situation felt like an iron chain wrapped around my chest, and yet, there was a numbness to it all. My eyes trailed down to the ring on my finger, the symbol of yet another strategic arrangement, not love.
I should have been paying attention to the ceremony, to the priest, to the audience watching me like hawks. Instead, I was lost in thought, my lips curling into a sly smirk as I considered the plans I had put in place. If everything went as I imagined, Orion wouldn’t know what hit him.
Holly’s radiant smile flickered in my memory. She had been overjoyed when I told her about the wedding date, almost annoyingly so.
“Finally!” she’d exclaimed. “And I get to walk you down the aisle! It’s going to be magical, Ava!”
Magical wasn’t the word I’d use, but her excitement was contagious.