ARIA'S POV
The wedding planner's name was Celeste Dubois.
She was fifty one years old, French-trained, impeccably dressed, and had planned weddings for three heads of state, two royal families, and one very famous actress whose name she would never confirm or deny. She had a waiting list of eighteen months and charged accordingly and came with a reputation for being completely unflappable.
She had never met Damien Blackwood before.
Aria almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
She arrived at the estate on a Thursday morning at ten with two assistants and a presentation and the specific composed energy of a woman who had done this a thousand times and intended to do it a thousand more.
Damien met her in the sitting room.
He had a notepad.
