The Billonaire Wedding Planner

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with my job. Brides in general was a cause for his frustration, really. Planning Sophia Rainier's June wedd

a rough patch because of my constantly busy schedule, which was an occupational hazard, and this information might push it over the edge. I watched him on the phone, planning a meeting for the day as

asked, pouring hims

d him, holding my mug with both hands. He no

his cup," he said, gestu

at he would agree because I knew after today's meeting with Sop

ecially a pageant Queen's. They tend to change their mind a lot, s

to look at me, "And if I stay to have breakfast, I'll be late for my meeting." "

bars tonight. I know that's not really what you like to do." He was right. I didn't really like s

od thing that Ian would be occupied. "I'll see you, maybe tomorrow, okay?" Aiden said, comi

was a calm, serene environment that I designed to placate even the most frenzied of brides. When I walked in, Arya, my assistant was already there, arranging some flowers at the front desk, talking to Emily, the reception

to know. Ar

's all hush-hush because there hasn't even be

m in our line of work, sometimes more than once. She kept the wh

bed, unless the bride for next week's wedding calls?" I said to her, walking towards my office, "I want to

I could. Half an hour before the meeting, I got out a new file and labeled with Sophia Raini

tened to what they wanted, rather than give their own opinions. According to multi

all the crumbs off my desk and tidied up the mess from the morning's prep work, waiting for the cou

Rainier and her fiancé, Rafe Storm. Sophia was wearing a black, A-line, Gucci dress, with her hair held away from her face with a clip, and carried a red Prada bag to match her red J

air. "Thank you, Arya ." I said, getting up and walking over to the couple. Arya widened her eyes behind both the guests, raising her eyebro

eetly, "And this is my fiancé, Rafe," she gestured

estled in a pocket of his trousers. His navy-blue suit was immaculately tailored to fit him and the only accessory he

f the picture of a perfect gentleman that he was in the magazines he appeared in. I was a

phia practically hissed to him from the corner of her mouth, st

her head to him and gave him a look. "Her

d on Rafe’s face a

rry," h