#Chapter 151: A Way Out

Elijah “So we agree on the champagne and gold color scheme for the tables?” the wedding planner asked, making a note in her planner. She was meticulous, writing down every detail as if her life depended on it. I liked that about her. I nodded, glancing at the sample table setting she’d laid out. The gold fabric gleamed under the soft lighting of her office, reflecting the champagne-colored napkins folded into perfect swans. “Agnes will love it,” I said. “It matches the dress she’s making.” The planner smiled, clearly pleased. “And the flowers? White roses with gold-dipped tips, baby’s breath, and eucalyptus?” “Perfect.” “Excellent.” She tapped her pen against her notepad. “And the timeline—you’re still certain about the date? It’s coming up rather quickly.” I leaned back in my chair, picturing Agnes in the champagne gown she was designing, walking toward me down an aisle scattered with rose petals. The image made my chest warm. “The date stays