The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind Lucas, the temperature in the room seemed to drop .
Naomi's friendly mask didn't slip into hostility, that would have been almost a relief. Instead, it shifted into something far more unsettling, the cool, calculating demeanor of a CEO about to negotiate a hostile takeover.
She remained standing near the window while Anton had moved to examine Mira's closet with audible sounds of disgust, and Chloe continued tapping away on her phone like her life depended on it.
"Now, before we dive into the schedule," Naomi said. "There's one more thing about my wedding I forgot to mention."
Mira looked up warily, already bracing herself for whatever fresh hell was coming.
Naomi's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "You'll be my Maid of Honor."
The words hung in the air for a long moment. Mira was certain she'd misheard. "Your… what?"
