“Claire is extremely particular about the aesthetic.

She insists that everything at the venue has to be strictly silver and white.”

“Silver and white?” I asked.

“Every single detail,” Max said with a light laugh.

“The ribbons, the tablecloths, the flowers, even the wrapping paper on the gift table.

She said if something doesn’t fit the silver and white theme, it doesn’t belong on the property.”

“That house on Birch Street must have cost a fortune to redecorate,” I said quietly.

“It was worth every dime,” Max said, his voice swelling with pride.