Feyre followed Nesta down the corridor until they reached Elain's bridal suite. The remnants of their morning and lunch had been cleared out, and Elain was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a large pink notebook on her lap.

Feyre smiled at the sight of it. Nesta and her had spent an entire afternoon looking for the perfect notebook to offer Elain when she'd told them Lucien and her had gotten engaged. She had written everything wedding-related in it, and there wasn't a moment over the last few months where she could have been seen without it. It was covered in scribbles and images cut from magazines, notes from meetings with their wedding planner, and a lot of photos.

Elain looked up from it and smiled at them.

"Hey. So, I was thinking we could go over tomorrow's organization together? And then there are a few details I want to check with you two."

They sat down around her and Feyre looked at the to-do list for that day, entitled "D -1!" with maybe a thousand hearts drawn around it. The list was pretty long, and Feyre read out loud a few items:

"Check if seating chart is ready, review the decorations in the dining room, call mom and dad to confirm check-in time, call photographer,... Elain, there are so many things and it's already four in the afternoon! Why didn't we start on that list this morning?"

"Oh relax," her sister answered, "Most of it is going to take like five minutes, I'm even sure we'll get time to chill before tonight's party."

Feyre had a hard time believing how relaxed her sister was about everything. Of course, she wouldn't tell her, she didn't want to have to handle a freak-out. But still, she didn't think Elain's calm attitude would last very long, and she set out to calling the photographer while her sisters were taking care of other tasks.

After maybe two hours of calling providers and confirming schedules, the three sisters had finished almost everything on Elain's list, and they were heading down to the dining room to check on the decorations that were already set up.

The room was gorgeous, adorned with warm lights on the ceiling, every table surrounded by white wooden chairs, and candles of every size set everywhere on the tables.

"We're still missing all the flowers, obviously," Elain said, "we're going to have centerpieces of carnations and ranunculuses, plus some wood decorations to liven them up. There will be two large flower arches over there, and on this table here, we'll set out the cake once it's time. What do you think?"

"It'll look great, El," Feyre confirmed, but her sister hadn't really been asking for her advice. Already, she had gone off to check if the name tags matched her seating chart. Feyre took it upon herself to help her, and started counting the chairs, making sure they indeed had a hundred and four, divided evenly among the eighteen tables.

They corrected a few mistakes, and were done within a short half an hour. That's when one of the waiters brought them glasses of sparkling wine, and they sat down at the nearest table, taking in the view around them. Feyre was about to ask about the menu when she saw Nesta and Elain exchange a look she didn't understand.

Nesta turned to her and asked abruptly, in a manner only Nesta would talk. "So, Feyre, what's up with you?"

"What?"

"How come we haven't heard of Rhysand before yesterday?"

"I …" She found herself at a loss for words, unable to find a good answer to the unexpected question. She thought back about what Rhys had said to Elain in the car the day before and decided it was a good enough reason. "I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to jinx it by talking to you guys about it."

"That's what you said in the car," said Elain, "but now that I saw you two together, I have a hard time believing it."

Oh God, they'd realized Rhysand and her were faking their entire relationship, hadn't they? "What do you mean?"

"Well, I can understand not talking about it if it was a relationship you didn't really care about but that's not really the impression we got from seeing you two together."

What?

But Nesta didn't give her the time to form coherent thoughts. "Yes, usually when you're this invested in a relationship, you talk about it, at least with Elain."

"What… What makes you think I'm so invested in this?"
"Oh please, don't take us for fools, Feyre! You two are so absorbed into one another it's almost sickening!"

"What Nesta means," Elain cut in in a gentle voice, "is that we can see how much you care for him, so we were just curious."

"You can?"

"Of course we can! So tell us, where is this going between you two?" Nesta asked bluntly.

Feyre took a sip of her wine to give herself some time to think. Was she really starting to like Rhysand? She'd only met him a week ago, and they hadn't seen each other much during that time. Really, he was little more than a stranger to her. A kind, considerate stranger, who had spent the entire week making her laugh and blush over the phone, and who'd been marvelous since they'd gotten to the hotel. A gorgeous stranger she didn't mind looking at when he was shirtless, and who'd held her in his arms all night. A stranger she'd thought about kissing all day. Kissing, or maybe more than kissing.

She felt her cheeks starting to burn and swallowed more wine to help steady herself.

"I don't really know where this is going, you guys. It's very new, we haven't exactly talked about it yet."

"Oh," Elain said, as if she was surprised. "It really doesn't look like it. Not when he looks at you, anyway."

"What do you mean? How does he look at me?"

Elain didn't seem to know what to say, but Nesta answered for her. "He looks at you like he's in love with you."

Feyre almost choked on her wine. "He's not in love with me!"

"How do you know?"

"Because…" because we met a week ago and we aren't in a real relationship. But of course she couldn't say that. "Because you don't fall in love in a month."

"You can, if they're the right person," Elain answered with a large grin. Nesta snorted at how much of a hopeless romantic Elain was, Elain answered saying she was allowed to be romantic on the eve of her wedding, and the both of them started bickering, unaware of the turmoil happening in Feyre's brain.

Of course, Rhys wasn't in love with her, that much was not up to debate. But… Did he like her? More than just as a random girl he'd met at a club? She had to admit, she knew she was enjoying his company. A lot. She couldn't say it was love, but… Maybe she was starting to fall for him a little bit.

More than a little bit.