The week before a grand society wedding was always a time of complete chaos. However, in the city of London, that chaos was entirely divided between two very different houses.
Inside the walls of Hamilton House, the atmosphere was completely frantic. It felt exactly like a military camp preparing for a major war.
Rowan sat trapped behind the desk in his private study. He rubbed his temples with his fingers. A dull headache throbbed right behind his eyes. He loved his family dearly, but his sister and his aunt were currently driving him entirely mad.
Ines and Aunt Margery were planning for the wedding. They were both filled with frantic energies. They paced back and forth across the fine carpet of the study, holding long lists of paper, fabric swatches, and seating charts.
"Rowan, you must pay attention!" Ines demanded loudly. She marched up to his desk and slapped two small squares of white silk down onto the polished wood.
