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The Wrong Bernardi the unpaid therapy package
For the first time since her face appeared on-screen, she looked like someone had just shut a door directly in front of the family pearls.“This is a dinner celebrating your engagement,” she said.“At my property,” Rhysand said. “With my security. With my investors. For a family you do not represent.”I held my breath.Mrs. Marie smiled again. Colder this time. “I understand.”No, she didn’t. She was mentally circling a target to hate later.“Good.” I jumped in before Gracie had to patch up a cold war with a model smile. “Then we’ll divide the guests into three categories. Marie family and business guests, Bernadi protocol guests, and neutral buffer guests. I’ll create a seating plan that makes everyone feel important without putting anyone close enough to remember failed mergers, cousin divorces, or Monaco rumors.”Rhysand looked at me.I pretended not to notice. “Guest count,” I continued, “is locked at seventy-eight for the seated dinner. Everyone else can rotate through the aperit
The Wrong Bernardi dinner, technically
Lorenzo came in two minutes later carrying a tablet. “Mrs. Marie is ready,” he said.Gracie immediately made a face that made me feel sorry for her for exactly half a second.Only half.I didn’t have enough compassion in stock for a family that had just raised my blood pressure with a formal Sunday dinner.“Okay,” she said, tucking her blonde hair behind one ear. “She said it’ll be quick.”I looked at her.Gracie looked back at me, then winced. “I know.”The tablet lit up.Mrs. Marie appeared on-screen with a perfect bob, a white blazer, pearls at her throat, and the smile of a woman who always sounded like she was inviting you to a charity luncheon while secretly carrying a tiny knife designed specifically for cutting into other people’s control.Behind her was a cream sitting room, white flowers, and an assistant who looked like she had recently finished crying in a professional capacity.“Gracie, darling.” Her eyes moved to me. “Maya. Rhysand.”Interesting order.Rhysand stood besi
The Wrong Bernardi i like that you never pretend
I wanted to throw the stylus.I restrained myself because my white blazer wasn’t made for petty violence. It was made for legal violence.When I opened the folder of linen samples, something small slipped out from between my notebook and cable pouch.It skidded across the floor with a soft click and stopped near Rhysand’s shoe.A tiny dark blue car.Rhysand looked down, then bent to pick it up.His large hand closed around the little thing with a carefulness that made something in my chest shift before I could tell it to behave.“This,” he said quietly, “is not part of the mood board.”I held out my hand. “Give it to me.”He didn’t.His eyes were still on the tiny car. His thumb brushed over the front wheel and spun it slightly. The wheel made a faint little sound.“Emergency backup?” he asked.“I live with a little boy. Every object in my house has a reasonable chance of ending up in my bag without permission.”“Does he always carry vehicles everywhere?”“Not always.”Rhysand raised
The Wrong Bernardi scope creep
I stopped long enough for my body to make a stupid decision before my brain smacked it with a clipboard.Rhysand turned. His eyes dropped briefly to the folder in my hand, then to my white blazer, before returning to my face. “Ms. de Cruz.”“Mr. Bernadi.” I walked farther into the room. “I see today’s site-meeting dress code is casual billionaire who pretends he doesn’t own three governments.”The corner of his mouth moved. “Only two.”“The third one still in negotiations?”“Pending approval.”I walked over to the large table already set up with the old floor plan, measuring tape, and several linen swatches. “Gracie’s late.”“Photoshoot. She sent three apologetic voice notes.”“Her mother sent three additional documents with no apology. Genetics aren’t always fair.”Rhysand picked up one of the documents from the table and handed it to me. Our fingers didn’t touch.Technically.Almost touching still counted according to my body, which had apparently taken a second job auditing minor s
The Wrong Bernardi the weekend has been revoked
A few days later, Cruz Atelier received a small gift from hell in the form of a 7:13 a.m. email.The subject line was painfully polite.Additional Private Engagement Dinner Request.I stared at my laptop screen from the kitchen, coffee in one hand and a piece of toast in the other that I still hadn’t taken a bite of because apparently my body recognized administrative danger faster than hunger.Nina appeared on Zoom looking like a woman who had already read the email three times and was now seriously considering a new life as a lavender farmer somewhere without Wi-Fi.“Mrs. Marie wants to add one major event this weekend. Private engagement celebration. Formal dinner. At Casa Valdierra.” Her voice sounded exhausted.I lowered the toast. “This weekend when?”She didn’t answer right away.“Nina.”“Sunday.”I smiled without humor. “Sunday as in five-days-from-now Sunday?”“Four and a half if we’re counting from this exact hour.”“Lovely.”“Preliminary guest count is sixty.”“Preliminary
The Wrong Bernardi some crises clash with ivory
“He didn’t break,” I said quietly. “He just… went quiet.”Darren dragged a hand over his face. “Worse.”Kehlani gave a small nod. “Yeah.”I looked at them. “Don’t say yeah like you’re both in an indie film.”“We’re sitting on a beach finding out that our best friend’s son’s biological father, who also happens to be her former one-night disaster and her ex-fiancé’s older brother, is now her wedding client, her neighbor, and possibly her newest emotional sinkhole. This is at least A24.”“I hate you.”“Not right now. You need me.”I sat down in the sand because my body had suddenly grown tired of maintaining the aesthetic of standing. My pants were going to get dirty, but I didn’t care.Kehlani sat beside me without asking. Darren lowered himself onto my other side after making sure the sand wasn’t attacking any particularly expensive part of his pants.For a while, we just sat there.Three adults at the edge of the ocean, with a house behind us holding one chubby little boy asleep in hi
The Wrong Bernardi Dawn Found Me Guilty
Morning arrived far too politely for something that should have come in carrying a fire extinguisher.I woke before the sun was fully up, with pale light slipping through the gap in Rhysand’s suite curtains and falling over my skin like an accusation.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.There were ge
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Boy Kiss Better
He picked up his whiskey and took a small sip. It’s too easy. Too controlled. I wanted to disturb him. I wanted to make him lose his flat fucking face. I wanted something tonight to be messy, unmanaged, not wrapped in family and money and shame.“I’m not a good man, Maya,” he said quietly.“I know.
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Reputation, Better Smile
Ricky took my hand and led me through the crowd. A few guests turned to look. Someone called my name. My aunt from Cartagena waved far too enthusiastically.I ignored her.Then I saw Rhysand Bernadi.And the most annoying thing was that Ricky had not been exaggerating.The man stood at the edge of
The Wrong Bernardi Safe Choice
HawaiiI knew something was going to go wrong the moment Mama started crying when she saw me coming down the stairs.Mama cried like she had just watched her baby being delivered to a royal sacrificial altar, when in reality her baby was wearing a white silk dress with a low-cut back, my great-gran
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