Sitting at the elegantly set table in the Harrington's dining room, I felt a wave of nerves wash over me. The room was a picture of opulence, with its crystal chandeliers and fine china, far removed from anything I'd ever experienced back in Maple Falls. Across from me, Liam’s parents, Richard and Margaret, exuded an air of old-world charm and grace that was as intimidating as it was impressive.

"Emma, dear, tell us about your event planning business," Margaret said, her tone ...