Se connecterKaylaI can't believe my eyes as Damien pulls up in front of the exclusive designer salon, Maison de Rêve. I've been drooling over their designs in the catalogues, and now I'm actually here. My heart is racing as Damien steps out of the car and comes around to open the door for me."Damien, oh my God!" I shriek. I've been seeing this designer's work in the magazines, and I can't believe I'm actually here.Damien chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in my awestruck expression. "I noticed you've been clinging to a certain wedding magazine," he says.I feel my face heat up as I realize I've been caught. "Oh my God, Damien," I squeal, throwing my arms around him. "What would I do without you?"He laughs, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. "Nothing."I pull back, looking up at him with a grin. "You're the best," I say, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.As we pull away, I ask, "Is that why you got the stylist to take my measurements?"Damien nods with amusement
Damien I'm sitting next to Kayla in the backseat our Mercedes Maybach watching the Chicago streets glide by through the tinted windows. The whole is on pause as if holding its breath as our convoy passes. This is the only way to do to. The whole country has to know that I'm marrying the love of my life. Kayla has a huge smile on her face as her eyes scan the streets. I can't tell what she's thinking right now but I know it's something good. Jenna, our wedding planner, is in the front passenger seat with her phone glued to her ear as she coordinates with the vendors. She came highly recommended to me by Ethan. Obviously they had something with one another. I think Ethan has slept with all his 'friends.' I would have found an excuse and hired someone else, but Jenna is a proffesional and has a great track record. She's planned the wedding's of the biggest figures in the country so I don't doubt her competence one bit. The woman has been dropping hints all morning that this weddi
Kayla I feel like my eyes and whole mind is betraying me. My legs feel like jelly but I still manage to move them, down the stairs from the stage and get to the front seats. Mum stands up from her chair and gives me a hug. It's her, it's really her. Tears prick the corner of my eyes are I turn back to stare at Damien who has this really proud look on his face. "How?" I ask, my voice breaking because I cannot comprehend the miracle that just took place. How is she here?"Your fiance has been taking good care of me Jelly bean."Jelly bean? It really is her. That was the name dad used to call me. When he left us, she took over. She told me never to let sweet things turn bitter, no matter the memory attached to them. I missed her so much. I hug my mum again. When I turn back, I see Chelsea standing in line for her own hug. "Do you like my surprise?" Damien asks. I can't even speak because I know my voice will betray me. I nod, vigorously. He pulls me into the tightens hug. After
KaylaI can't contain my excitement. Nothing and no one could have prepared me for this moment. Damien is a dream come true. I can't believe he acquired a whole company because of me. The level of trust he's putting in me is somewhat unnerving. I know I told him that I wanted to work, but this is, it's too much. Tears prick my eyes.This is the most care and attention to detail anyone has ever showed me. I know he doesn't say it often, or at all, but he loves me. The whole office is still bursting in applauds and I'm still trying to register what just happened. A whole department to myself, and Jasmine working under me. Life is good. When my head finally comes down from the cloud it's currently floating, I catch Jasmine's gaze and give her a polite, composed smile.I'm screaming on the inside. She looks like she wants to lodge a knife through my chest. I live for moments like this. “All right,” Damien’s voice cuts through the noise. He claps his hands once, causing the whole of
Damien Kayla’s been pouting for days now and I really don't know what to do. Communication has never been my strong suit. I'm trying to recall whether I did anything to get her upset, but my mind can't pin point anything.She told me about the ordeal she went through in school with Jasmine and her possy. I responded well to her. After then, she interviewed a few people and finally got me an assistant. Male to be precise. His name is Sam and he's pretty good at his job. From where I stand, I've been the perfect fiance so I don't really know what's wrong. I’ve caught her sighing at random moments, staring at the window, her fingers tracing invisible lines on the table.This morning, I finally decide to do something about it.I walk into the kitchen and she’s there with Rosa. Rosa’s at the stove, humming one of the Italian songs she used to sing to me when I was a boy. She's highly focused and I understand why. Whatever she's cooking smells ridiculously good. Kayla’s leaning on the
Author's pov Sarah’s heels scrape against the polished floor as they haul her past glass offices and open desks. People stop talking mid-sentence. Heads lift from their screens because the scene is more entertaining than work. Someone murmurs, “Another one?” under their breath."Damien really can’t keep assistants.""What do you think she did to get dragged out?"The lady's shoulder shrugs, "Beats me!"Sarah keeps her chin up as the doors open and she's practically thrown out. She has a box of her belonging in one hand, and her purse handing on the other. The wind outside is so strong they it blows her trenchcoat open. She struggles to close it but with all the things she's carrying, it's impossible. Very bad choice of clothing. The lingerie beneath is exposes and she looks like a night worker who took an early shift. A construction worker across the street lets out a low whistle. “Cover it up, sweetheart, we have wives.”“Go to hell,” Sarah snaps, yanking the coat closed with







