Not mine to have

d for the first time in a while, I let myself take it all in. At 28, I had built a name for myself. Cindy Hart Events was no longer just a business; it

. I glanced down at the screen. It was Clara Monroe, my 22-y

the meeting for tomorrow. Do yo

one of the wealthiest families in Atlanta, and securing this wedding for Cindy Hart Events would solidify my place i

erything is good. Let's just be rea

ing on top of each other. But I'd never been one to shy away from hard work. The hustle kept me going. Every new challenge was a cha

a historic property in Ansley park , and we were transforming it into a breathtaking venue. There would be chandeliers

essage from my mother: Don't forget about your father's

right, were always involved in the social scene. They lived for those kinds of events-gatherings with other high-powere

s my parents had pushed me to attend events I didn't care about, or to network with people I didn't really connect with. But they didn't unde

k reply: I'll be there. I know, I

an work. But that was the way I liked it. Or at least, that was the way I had trained myself to like it. The wedding industry was a fast-paced, high-pr

heir upcoming wedding. As much as I loved the thrill of planning a wedding for someone else, I sometimes wished I had the time to plan

ad into my office. "The accountant's on the line a

He can wait. I have

aid with a smile b

the wrinkles. I glanced once more at the stunning view of the city below. The lights

f it all. The constant demands, the expectations, the pressure to kee

's what I kept

new challenge, and I thrived on challenges. Still, as much as I loved my work, there were moments when I wonde

't have time for uncertainty. Not now, n

moment, I let myself take a breath. It wasn't much-just a brief pause before I dove back into the whirlwind of it all. But

f toward my next meeting, ready to t