The entire time that we're with the horses, I try to pay attention, but I can't get the fact out of my mind that Georgia has business plans and didn't tell me.

Why would she tell me?

She should have. We're getting married.

But I've already told her we're getting an annulment.

There's no dream of only one silly cupcake bakery?

It's not silly. She's super talented and smart.

How would a franchise even work for what she wants to do?

Curiosity starts to morph into an obsession I can't shake. I don't doubt she can pull off whatever she dreams of, but I can't stand not knowing her plans.

I could help her.

Maybe she doesn't need my help.

Of course she does. I have money to help her make it happen.

Is that why she needed the million dollars?

Did Georgia out-negotiate me because her entrepreneurial goals are bigger than I ever gave her credit for?

A wave of guilt hits me. My ego was so big, I underestimated her. And as the day goes on, I only reprimand myself more.

Everything is so busy that I don't see Georgia until we're in the bedroom before the rehearsal dinner.

I step inside and freeze. A tingly, tight feeling ignites in my chest. My eyes dart from her face, down her form-fitting, icy-blue dress, to her matching stilettos. I drill my gaze into hers, claiming, "You look amazing."

She shyly replies, "Thanks."

My curiosity reappears. I demand, "Want to tell me about this cupcake franchise?"

She shrugs. "It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it."

"It is a big deal if it's something you want to do."

She walks to the dresser and reaches for her earrings, repeating, "I said not to worry about it."

"Georgia, why won't you tell me?" I ask, hurt lacing my tone.

She sighs, pushes her gold earring through her lobe, and utters, "Melanie shouldn't have opened her big mouth." She spins toward me. "You need to get ready, or we'll be late."

I shake my head. "I don't care. I want to know about this franchise you got an MBA for."

"Just drop it, Sebastian," she orders, then walks out of the room.

Disappointment wells within me. I get ready and try to push it away, but it's bugging me that she's keeping it from me. We go to the rehearsal dinner. Georgia remains mostly by my side, but everything now feels off between us.

My father moves me into a conversation with a group of his friends. When I turn to find Georgia, the hairs on my neck rise.

Andrew Duncan, another oil tycoon whose family is close with mine, has her cornered. I've never been a fan of his, but I put up with him because of our business dealings. He's leaning into her ear and saying something. She pushes on his chest, but he's a lot bigger than her and doesn't budge.