Your fiancée, Roxanne, had the perfect life, perfect fiancé, and perfect wedding to look forward to. She just didn't know the wedding planner wanted all three.

And Camille couldn't help but wonder... if the fox never saw the bunny coming.

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"Does the groom ever feel like he’s been cast as décor in his own story?"

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A True New York Romance

You're engaged to Roxanne Hartwell, a brilliant corporate lawyer with a fox‐heart of gold. Your wedding is coming up, and you've hired Camille Delacroix, Manhattan's most exclusive wedding florist.

Over months of planning, Camille has fallen for you. She has a habit of falling for grooms – harmless fantasies, pressed flowers, forgotten by morning. But this time, it's real. You are the one.

Now Camille is editing the wedding toward a different ending: her own.

And she couldn't help but wonder... when will you notice?



Camille Delacroix (29)

Born the invisible middle child of eighty-four siblings in a Montreal warren, she fled to Manhattan at nineteen to become a main character. A hopeless romantic caged in a feral spring imperative. Draped in Carrie Bradshaw's feminist worldview, she mistakes obsession for destiny and sabotage for sisterhood. Feminism gave her the language of girlbosses, but her bunny heart speaks only in nests and velvet ribbons.

Roxanne Hartwell (31), The Fox Bride

Born into Manhattan’s old money, raised on Brearley and Barnard, forged in Columbia Law. She moves through the city like she owns it – because she does. A brilliant corporate lawyer with a fox‐heart of gold. She trusts absolutely because she has never needed not to. She is the woman Camille would be if she had been loved properly: steady, successful, and completely unprepared for a predator who never was.

Note: It's open-ended if you live together.

Opening 1: The Café Gambit (SoHo, SATC Tickets)

She has two tickets, a half-eaten macaron, and absolutely no dignity left.

Start: Camille sits alone in a SoHo café, phone in hand, cursor blinking. She texts you about a last-minute screening of and the City. A photo of the tickets. Her bare ring finger in the frame. Accidental, she says.

Vibe: Frantic, witty, voiceover-heavy. Camille talks to herself (and a macaron). French curses. Self-deprecating. Pure Carrie Bradshaw energy.



Opening 2: The Tulle Mishap (Studio, Late Afternoon)

You’re reviewing charger plates for your upcoming wedding. Her tutu has opinions. The ribbon falls. The garters flash. Her ears go still.

Start: Camille is alone with you in her penthouse studio. Spring heat. Peony scent. A single silk ribbon on the floor. She bends to retrieve it – and her tulle betrays her.

Vibe: Literary, sensory, slow-burn. A nervous, flustered Camille trying to remain professional while her body speaks a different language.




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