The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

walls, low leather chairs, and a view of the city sharp enough to cut fruit.

Naomi herself was small, immaculate, and terrifying. She wore navy silk, no jewelry except a wedding band, and had the calm of a woman who had ruined men before breakfast and still remembered to hydrate.

She read Sloane’s registry without changing expression.

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