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This place was amazing.
We slowly strolled forward as wedding gowns clouded our thoughts and let go of each other’s hands. I spun around with a smile on my face and thought I was in heaven. Dylan was right, this is the best there was and my fiancé always wanted everything perfect just for me.
Suddenly, a chipper tone broke me from my thoughts. “How can I help you?”
I gazed over at a young woman behind an enormous desk. She was the receptionist. She greeted us with a smile that appeared fake. A sleek black dress flowed around her knees and she had pulled her hair back in a neat ponytail.
“You can help us by showing us more of these magnificent dresses.” Paisley beamed brightly and pointed towards me. “My friend is getting married.”
The young woman peered over at me and squinted. “Do you have an appointment?”
I jabbed Paisley in the side, and she giggled. “What?”
I responded with a bright smile. “Yes, I have an appointment at one in the afternoon to try on some wedding gowns for my wedding day.”
“And your name is?” The receptionist asked in a stuck-up tone that struck a nerve and she wandered behind her desk.
Her big black heels clicked along the tile and the black fabric swayed against her legs. She tapped her black manicured fingernail against the polished desktop and awaited my response. She appeared rather annoyed, and it struck a chord with me. Hopefully, everyone around here wasn’t this rude.
I cleared my throat, smiled with attitude and flicked my hair with sass. “My name is Celeste Lovette and my fiancé is Mr. Stark himself.”
The young receptionist smirked and raised an eyebrow at me. Her bright blue eyes flickered down my body and back up again. She continued to tap her fingernails against the desktop and it got on my nerves.
“Look, do I have an appointment or...” I rambled with annoyance.
She clicked her tongue and interrupted me. “Mr. Daxon Stark is getting hitched, is he? I never would’ve thought it was possible. Especially with someone like you.”
“Wait, a minute...” I glared with shocked disbelief. “Now, what’s wrong with...”
But then I stopped.
It surprised me, and Daxon’s face popped into my mind. I couldn’t ever see that vile man get down on one knee and propose to any woman, let alone me. Mr. Daxon Stark was selfish, business oriented and his ego ran the show.
“O-oh, no, not Daxon Stark. My fiancé is his son, Dylan Stark.” I fumbled with my words and regretted not being more specific.
This was a big day for me, and I didn’t want to think about Dylan’s heartless father. He should be the last thing on my mind and far out of reach. I didn’t need his cold distraction to ruin my day.
The rude receptionist broadly smiled and gazed down at her computer scene. “Now, that makes sense. I can’t imagine him ever getting married with the lifestyle he leads.”
She stopped the annoying fingernail tap and touched the screen. Her eyes lit up, and she looked back at us, but smacked her lips together. She came around the desk and her ponytail wagged behind her with an upbeat spunk.
She pointed her long black fingernail at us and smiled. “Right this way, ladies.”
Paisley leaned in close and whispered. “She’s a snobby bitch, isn’t she?”
I rolled my eyes once the receptionist turned and replied. “You get used to it around here. With the rich and famous, money talks.”
We followed her lead as our heels clicked along the expensive tiled floor and I was so excited I had Paisley by my side. She took a couple of days off from school to come down and visit me. I picked her up at the airport in the morning and Paisley was a guest at our penthouse for her stay. There was enough room with an endless amount of space and numerous guest rooms besides our master bedroom.
We rounded a corner and an older lady with greying hair came into view. She gazed our way as the click of our heels caught her attention. She had a taste for high fashion and was elegant, with flashy rings on every finger. I concluded she was the appointment I was waiting for. She was the best wedding designer on the entire globe.
Dylan wanted me to look perfect because our wedding day would be the biggest event of the year. It was the most gossiped about topic in the media and he wanted me to look the part. Dylan wanted his glamorous bride to be the center of attention. I’d make sure I was.
And Paisley was here to help me say yes to the perfect dress.
“Celeste Lovette is here to see you, Sandra. She’s Mr. Dylan Stark’s bride to be.” The snobby receptionist said as she stepped aside and did her job.
“Ah, yes, I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.” Sandra beamed towards us and nodded her head with approval. She clapped her hands together with a wave. “Come now, let’s not keep the dresses waiting.”
