Chapter 3

I'm a wedding planner, fairly well-known in the industry.

This time, my business trip was to Newport, Rhode Island, one of the wealthiest areas in the country.

The bride was my college classmate, and like the groom, came from an extremely wealthy Newport family.

The bride and groom personally came to pick me up at the airport.

The next two weeks were a whirlwind of busy work. I was so exhausted that I would fall asleep as soon as I got back to the hotel each night.

On the wedding day, all the big shots from the East Coast gathered at the venue.

I was responsible for on-site execution and supervision, ensuring everything went according to plan, running around like crazy.

At one point, I accidentally stepped on someone's foot and nearly fell.

Luckily, the person caught me in time.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I quickly apologized.

"I think 'thank you' would be more appropriate," a low, magnetic male voice sounded above my head.

I looked up to see a mature, handsome face suddenly filling my vision.

The man smiled at me, his eyes deep and sparkling like stars.

The scene felt oddly familiar.

"Mia, the bride is ready to enter," my assistant suddenly reminded me.

"Okay," I responded, then said another quick "thank you" to the man before hurrying off.