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The penthouse smells like lilies. I ordered them myself two weeks ago—three hundred stems for the centerpieces, because Sebastian said white flowers photograph best. Now they're wilting in their crystal vases, petals browning at the edges, and the scent makes my stomach turn. I'm surrounded by spreadsheets. Guest lists. Seating charts. The final RSVP count came in yesterday: four hundred and seventy-three confirmed attendees for what Manhattan's elite are calling the Wedding of the Century. Sebastian Wright, CEO of Wright Enterprises, marrying his devoted fiancée of five years in a ceremony that cost more than most people's houses. Except Sebastian hasn't been home in twenty-four hours. His phone goes straight to voicemail.