The Billonaire Wedding Planner

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the night and the whole apartment sat in darkness. The lack of any light, save for the lights outside that I could see through my glass wi

ne. My last message to Aiden at around six had gone unanswered. I kicked off

f ideas by the time we met again next week. Which is why I found myself, an hour later, in a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt, my hair proba

of the couples I had seen walk in through my do

nd preferred to keep their affectionate behaviour to a minimum when in the presence of

tely blocked as to what I should do, so I told myself that I would go

use, my Buzzfeed quiz on which pasta sauce I was depending on the house I designed forgotten, my searches on what to name my hypothetical future children discarded, g

ophia. Her various pageants winnings, her dozens of magazine covers, photoshoots and runway work.

most expensive clothes from the hottest brands, which was simply not true. With Rafe, there were so many pictures of him, always looking com

made billionaire, like his father before him. "The younger Storm has completely taken after his father," one article said, "His business-savvy mind and undeniable charm and charisma ha

ny sort of relationship. They had been pictured together at multiple different events, pr

tty much everyone in the comments had debunked the theory. I assumed most of that was because the girls b

so many other people that it didn't seem in the least like they had any idea of being pictured toget

on't wake up on time tomorrow. Will see you Sunday. I s

ike he would even see it till he woke up the next day, late afternoon. I wandered over to bed and made

ly near my ear. "Hello?" I said, groggily, just wanting

time is it?" I asked, not opening my eyes. "It's nine-thir

questioned, "Last night yo

with the boys. It was such a spur of the moment thi

nd, okay, sweetheart? But I'll see you on

im. "Oh, cool," he replied, "Let's do that. I

he had alre

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