Chapter 53

• Zavian’s POV
• The morning of the wedding began with sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the Royale Hilton. It spilled across the white marble floor, bright and pure, catching on the edges of the glass chandelier above. The air smelled of roses, fresh linen, and the faint trace of the mountain air from Swissville ’s open valleys.
• Outside, the courtyard of the hotel had transformed into a wonderland. Rows of silver cars lined the driveway, their engines humming softly. Everywhere I turned, there were guests in elegant suits, women in silk gowns, and the glimmer of diamonds catching the morning light.