Georgia's POV
"Are you alright, love?" Nick murmured, leaning closer as we listened to Ella's sister deliver her maid of honor speech in the wedding reception. "You barely ate earlier."
The night was beautiful—laughter spilling into every corner, tables overflowing with food, the wedding planner moving like a quiet miracle behind the scenes. Everything was perfect… and yet, something inside me felt slightly off.
"I'm fine," I said softly. "Just tired. After my speech, I'll rest in the private room for a bit."
"Alright," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. "I'll take you there."
When it was finally my turn, the wedding planner caught my eye from across the room and flashed me two enthusiastic thumbs up. Everything was ready.
I rose slowly, careful of my balance, and took the microphone from the host.
