Wedding plan

The private dining room at Le Blanc sparkled with calculated opulence. Serena Blackwood had chosen this venue specifically for its exclusivity – and the photographers she’d arranged to “accidentally” catch them leaving. Every detail mattered when orchestrating a public spectacle.

“The merger will benefit both our companies immensely,” Edward Jones, Veronica’s father, raised his crystal glass. The candlelight caught the deep amber of the aged whiskey, casting warm shadows across the pristine white tablecloth. “To family.”

“To family,” Serena echoed, her smile perfectly measured. Beside her, Damian sat quietly, his once-sharp eyes dulled by the cocktail of drugs flowing through his system. She’d increased his dose slightly for tonight – just enough to keep him compliant without appearing completely absent.

Veronica, dressed in a designer gown that probably cost more than most people’s monthly salary, reached for Damian’s hand. “I’m so happy we’re finally making this official, darling.”