Inside the grand banquet hall of the venue, the atmosphere was chaotic yet pristine. Isabella stood near the massive floral arch, adjusting the silk drapery to ensure every fold fell perfectly.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar, strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Daniel snuggled his face into the nape of her neck, exhaling a heavy sigh. "I'm pissed at you," he muttered, his voice low and laced with frustration. "Putting this much effort into a fake marriage like this."
Isabella swatted his hands away with a sharp but affectionate tap, turning around to face him. "This is real to me, like it or not. I need you to support my efforts, Daniel, not complain about them. Besides, I bought a necklace that I think will look absolutely perfect with her wedding dress. I want to give it to her before she walks down the aisle, so let me know the moment she and her family reach the banquet premises."
