SIENNA’S POV

The morning sun filtered through the thin apartment curtains, spilling soft gold light across our small living room. I was standing by the mirror, pinning my hair into place for what felt like the hundredth time. The dress I wore wasn’t expensive—just a simple navy-blue gown I’d found on clearance months ago—but it felt perfect. Today wasn’t about glamour. It was about Rhett.

“Babe, have you seen my tie?” Rhett’s voice floated out from the bedroom, half-panicked, ...