"Mr. Bennett, what do you think of the ivory roses paired with baby's breath for the centerpieces?" The wedding planner held up a sample arrangement, her professional smile never wavering despite Harry's obvious disinterest.

"I don't care," Harry said flatly, staring out the window of the mansion's dining room, which had been transformed into wedding central. Tables were covered with fabric swatches, flower samples, and menu options that he hadn't even glanced at.

"Harry!" Eleanor snapped ...