The wedding was only a day away.
The entire De Silva Clan remained busy with the final preparations. Decorations had already arrived at the venue, security teams rotated around the clock, and every employee involved in the ceremony had undergone multiple background checks.
Everything seemed perfect.
Too perfect.
Inside a quiet café across the city, Grace stirred her untouched coffee.
Across from her sat Celine, her expression colder than ever.
"We're running out of time," Celine muttered.
Grace clenched her jaw.
"I know."
"If they get married tomorrow, everything will be over."
Silence settled between them before Celine leaned forward.
"I found someone."
Grace slowly raised her eyes.
"A mercenary?"
Celine nodded.
"Not one of ours. He's desperate enough to accept any job."
Grace frowned.
"I don't want Aciel hurt."
"He won't be."
Celine lowered her voice.
"The plan isn't to kill anyone."
Grace listened carefully.
