Vanessa’s POV
The hours dwindled down to the wedding day, and I found myself deeply immersed in the final preparations of the banquet hall. Alpha Alexander had entrusted me with the crucial task of ensuring every detail was flawless, and I was determined to excel despite my lack of prior event planning experience—except for the opening of my tattoo shop.
Dressed for comfort in slacks, a white button-down shirt, and sneakers, I moved through the hall with purpose, directing the staff efficiently. The tables were meticulously arranged, each adorned with elegant centerpieces of flowers and candles. Adjusting the seating cards precisely, I made mental notes of last-minute adjustments—adding some guests, removing others—reminded of the people I had unintentionally overlooked.
Soft, romantic
