Chapter 81

Wolfe's POV. The wedding hall was nothing short of breathtaking. Every corner, every detail, screamed luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls from the ceiling, their light casting a soft, golden glow over the sea of faces that filled the room. Rows of flowers lined the aisle, their petals a blend of white and blush pink, like something out of a fairytale. This was the sort of wedding the tabloids would have a field day with, the kind that would make even the most seasoned event planner pause to take in the spectacle. I was standing at the front of it all, my best man, Stephan, by my side, and the officiating minister a step in front of us. My palms felt slick against the smooth fabric of my suit pants. Not because I was nervous about marrying Makenna—no, that was the only thing keeping me grounded—but because she wasn’t here yet. I glanced around the room, spotting familiar faces scattered among the crowd. Politicians, business acquaintances, clients—hell, even some