Carlos Sainz prided himself on two things:
One, being able to survive on dangerously little sleep thanks to his mild caffeine addiction.
Two, being the kind of wedding planner who could pull off miracles with nothing but a glue gun, a spreadsheet, and the sheer force of his will.

He arrived at the Royal Gardens Banquet Hall exactly one month before the Norris-Piastri wedding with colour-coded binders under one arm, a bag of emergency supplies over the other, and a mental checklist that could make military generals weep.