Three Months Before Wedding.

Amelia stared at the ornate royal crest emblazoned on the heavy cream envelope that had just been delivered to her grandfather's estate. Though she had been expecting it, the transition from waiting to holding the proof of her future felt like a punch to the chest, seeing the physical manifestation of her future made her stomach twist into knots.

"Aren't you going to open it?" her grandfather, Edward Falconi, asked from his position at the head of the breakfast ...