Roman Ashford rarely attended weddings.
He had received the invitation weeks earlier, a simple cream envelope delivered directly to his office with his name written in careful gold lettering. Under normal circumstances he would have sent a polite gift and his regrets, the same way he declined most social events that had nothing to do with business. But this invitation was different.
It came from Daniel Harper.
Daniel had been one of the few people Roman still considered a friend, someone who had known him long before the Ashford name became synonymous with power and influence. They had met years ago during university, when ambition mattered more than reputation and success was still something they were chasing rather than maintaining.
So Roman came.
