The air at the Williams estate was suffocating. A crisp suit hung along the corset rail, pressed and waiting. Chloe stood in front of the full-length mirror in her custom-made bridal robe, adjusting her curls for the third time.

James sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, fingers steeped. He was miles away from the celebration buzzing outside.

Chloe turned to him with a grin that didn't reach her eyes. “You could at least pretend to look excited. We are getting married in less than 24 ...