|Snow|
The preparations were swift.
Truthfully, I had braced myself for chaos. I imagined being knee-deep in last-minute decisions, tangled in fabric swatches, and flipping through endless menus. But Kairos had intercepted that storm before it ever reached me.
“You don’t have to lift a finger,” he’d said earlier with that quiet confidence of his. “Just sit back, breathe, and leave everything to Amos and Michelle.”
And so, I did.
The afternoon unfolded in a blur of movement and sunlight. From my vantage point in the garden, I watched as florists arrived with armfuls of ivory and blush roses, decorators strung delicate fairy lights along the hedges, and long white tables were rolled into the front yard of the mansion—elegant and effortlessly placed as if they'd always belonged there.
