“But if you’d like, you can come here instead. We can hold the wedding in Santorini. That way, I can help you plan everything.
“If you’d rather not, we’ll stick to the original plan and hold it in New York. It’s completely up to you.”
His tone was gentle and respectful—more like he was asking her opinion than issuing a decision.
Even though this engagement had been forced by their families, Luther had never once disrespected her.
He couldn’t be there to plan the wedding, but he was still considerate of her feelings.
“Let’s hold it there,” she said. “I’ll fly out in seven days.”
Luther exhaled, clearly relieved. A smile crept into his voice.
“Alright. I’ll be waiting.”
‘With the change in wedding plans,’ she thought, ‘all of Rockwell’s plans will probably fall apart. He’s right—I’ve been foolish.
‘But even a fool knows when she’s been betrayed.’
After hanging up, she stared at the watch on her wrist, lost in thought.
‘Seven days. That should be enough time to pack up and leave.’
‘I also need to find the videotape they mentioned and destroy it, so I have to hurry.’
Then, her phone lit up again. This time, it was a message from Rockwell.