There was noticed too different about the, it had started just like most other days of the week recently with the city bustling outside, and Seraphina reviewing files in her office, sipping on her coffee while Mia paced in front of her, talking on about wedding decorations.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Mia said, holding up her tablet.

“What if we add black roses to the décor? It'll add a bit of drama.”

Seraphina smirked. “Mia, it’s a wedding, not a mafia funeral.”

Mia scoffed. ...