Wolfe’s POV.

The car pulled up in front of the reception was being held. I glanced out the window and caught sight of the grand entrance, flanked by photographers and eager guests, all ready to capture every moment of our arrival. I sighed, shooting Makenna a sideways glance.

“Ready to face the madness?” I asked, half-joking.

She squeezed my hand. “With you? Of course.”

As we walked toward the entrance, a cheer went up from the crowd. The flash of cameras ...