Caleb’s pov

By the time Elena and I arrived at the venue the next afternoon, the wedding rehearsal was already underway.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

I stood beside Elena near the entrance and watched the wedding planner trying to organize everyone while three different conversations happened around her at once.

I leaned closer to Elena.

“Tell me again why we need to rehearse this.”

She looked up at me.

“Because it’s a wedding.”

“I know that.”

“Then what’s ...