Bonus Chapter The Road Less Travelled
RHETT
The Savannah Lace offices were festive, with fairy lights draped across the exposed brick walls. Tables were pushed to the sides, replaced by a pop-up bar in one corner and a DJ booth in the other. Someone had tied balloons—bright ones, not the polite gold and silver ones Savannah society preferred—to the backs of every chair, and the smell of fried chicken sliders and mini crab cakes filled the room.