Chapter 151 A Way Out

• Elijah
• “So we agree on the champagne and gold color scheme for the tables?” the wedding planner asked, making a note in her planner. She was meticulous, writing down every detail as if her life depended on it. I liked that about her.
• I nodded, glancing at the sample table setting she’d laid out. The gold fabric gleamed under the soft lighting of her office, reflecting the champagne-colored napkins folded into perfect swans.