Chapter 145
Emmaline
"...are you insane?! No, no, no—that goes there!"
Benjamin's voice carries across the construction site like a war horn, and I watch, mildly amused, as three workers scramble to reposition a section of what appears to be an entirely unnecessary archway.
He's been at this for hours. Maybe days. I'm not sure when he last slept. The bags under his eyes have bags, his clipboard is covered in so many frantic notes it looks like a conspiracy theorist's corkboard, and I'm fairly certain he's been running on nothing but spite and expensive coffee for the past week.
The temporary wedding shelter rises behind him—a massive structure of white silk, enchanted glass, and enough flowers to bankrupt a small nation.
Sector A had no space for something this large, so we're in Sector C instead, in a cleared plaza that's been transformed into something that looks like it belongs in a fairy tale.
And Benjamin is losing his mind over every single detail.
It's honestly cute.
