The Billonaire Wedding Planner

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beach were flying in the sky and I could see the people who came out for a quick bite to the hotdog vendor on the corner at all hours of the day. Today, I wasn't really enjo

t me?" Connor, one of my closest colleagues asked, walking into my o

ffice. "Shall we head out tonight?" he asked, taking a sip of

week," he said, propping himself on the edge of my desk, "Are you dying?" I chuckled. "Som

me to look on the bright side, and if I had to listen to any of that right now, I'd t

now, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were the paparazzi trying to catch me in a compromising situat

lley, "Georgia has been asking about you." Georgia was beautiful and very bendy

my parents' house for dinner. I kept patting the ring box that sat in my jacket pocket, knowing that if it went missing, Sophia would go ballistic and probably eat my head. Not eat, really, because she doesn't like to eat things without knowing the exact nutritional content in thing

t his desk, reading a book; he was never one who enjoyed a party. I descended into a chair in front of

ng planner today," I told him, bored., I barely want to attend parties. What makes you

u suffer with me." That made my Dad put down his book, with a laugh. "Don't use the busines

ng it over to him. He picked it up and inspected the ring. "Must have cost you a pretty penny," Dad said and I rolled m

taly, Dad. Italy." "Yes, and she'll want an island as a wedding present," he said, not comforting in

name, Rafe," he resolved, "It wasn't handed to me. It's being handed to you. Do as I say." There was a final

room with glasses of champagne and appetizers. There were people I knew and people I could only assume were related to Sophia. It took everything in me not to ro

on me and her smile was faltering. I took a deep breath and a quick sip of my drink a

efore she could say anything, "You look lovely this eveni

e hallway, away from the crowd, "What are you wearing?" I looked down

ike she couldn't possibly understand why I wasn't rushing to change. "It's a family di

ed to the velvet, green monstrosity that she was wearing, "How could you not even ma

ought me, Rafe. Well, it was an emerald, which is green, so obviously I would wear green. I'm not stupid," she pinched the bridge of her nose wit

and show everyone what a wonderful idea this was and you can hear everyone tell you how wonderful you look," I flattered her. She gazed at me with a pout on her fac

the living area. I chuckled at the thought of me being the difficult one, which the older people in

hmoozing with people I barely knew, especially when I wasn't getting any business out of it. Sophia’s arm was linked in mine the entire time, ri

I began. "I'd like to thank everyone in our families for being here today," I said, gesturing with my glass, "I'm sure that Soph

ontinued, "I'm sure everyone's wondering what the big surprise is, but then again, I'm sure you must have guessed by now. We're all here so that I can anno

ction. "And this lovely lady has said that she will have me, so I thought it would be appropria

x, I can give it to you." Sophia tittered, daintily and stood up, looking coy. I opened the box. I had planned to ask her if she'd take me with

beautiful," she gushed and I couldn't help, but smile. That was the kind of enthusiasm I was drawn to, even though it did come from the wrong source. Sophia was quite magnetic; she drew in the room, but I'd be lying if I said she didn't get on my nerve

s lying to my family; the people who had watched me grow up; the people who meant everything to me. All eyes were on us, as I suspected they would be for a