The billionaire's wedding planner

Vine absentmindedly hurried out of the E.T.E building just to be met by floods of paparazzi, she didn't want to look confused and shocked, just incase her face appears mistakenly in the papers she wouldn't want to look stupid, so she straightened her shoulders and raised her head high, as if she would fit in a good vogue magazine cover. She walked completely out of the entrance toward the packing space and halted when it seemed like their attention was on her, "oh my gosh, what I'm I gonna say, what are they gonna ask me" she shrink in her head.The paparazzi cameras flashed continously and Vine stood awkwardly in front of them. She flashed her award winning smile as a female reporter in a tight red dress hurried towards her and... walked right passed her. It took a few seconds for reality to set in. All cameras were in fact focused on the captivating man standing just behind Vine. Nathaniel Ross Jnr, grandson of the multi billionaire and business tycoon Nathaniel Ross. Nathaniel Ros

Vine prayed that no one, especially Clare to spoil her day, she just wants a smooth day as she makes plans for the wedding, she greeted the few people she saw as she kept walking to her office."Hello Vine" Cleo, the secretary in her office greeted"Good morning Cleo, you came early today, is there any occasion?" Vine took her seat behind her desk"Not really, wanted to stay away from my nagging husband as early as possible today" Cleo pressed down on her computer like what she just said was not a touching matter"Oh..." Vine didn't know what to say so instead of replying she concentrated on her own business."Now how do I comply a weeding budget" she asked herself as she typed on her system."You can start with the payment of the wedding hall, ask if there will be a kind of after party or something like that" Daisy, Vine's colleague and friend, who was Clare's financial assistant walked in."You're always an aid in my frustrated life" Vine smiled"Good morning Cleo" Daisy greeted the

Vine highlights the commercial vehicle and in front of her is a high rise building. She feels a little uncomfortable as everyone around her not only look rich but smell rich also.She takes a look at her watch and notices she’s 5 minutes early. She looks around hoping to notice Nathan in the crowd even though she has never met him before.“Fucking narcissist! Where in the hotel am I supposed to meet you?”She calm’s herself quickly with a quick breathing exercise, managing to mask her frustration, she raises her head up high and walks into the hotel.She enters the hotel lobby as is left dumbstruck by how extravagant the interior of the hotel is. She looks all around her in awe as she approaches the receptionist’s desk.“Afternoon Ma’am, how may I help you?” the receptionist asks her with a warm smile.Vine feels relaxed as she sees a friendly face.“Morning, I have an appointment with Mr. Nathan Ross here.”The receptionist smiles at her and makes a call with the landline to her left

Lights comes in through the window from a slit formed between two curtains. The alarm clock rings, blaring loud in the room. Nate lay in bed, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. His eyes moves towards the alarm clock. “Damned alarm clock!” he hisses as he leans towards the bedside drawer to turn it off. The light from the window flashes on his face.“Can’t even get a damn break!” he complains. His phone vibrates at that very moment and he shuts his eyes close. “Oh Come on! It’s my day off!”He picks the phone up and sees a text from Vine. Sir is it possible for us to meet today to discuss the details regarding your Engagement Party? Vine. He laughs in defeat. “I don’t even wanna get married”. He sits up in bed and rubs his face. He texts her a reply. Sure. Good Morning to you too. Nate Ross. He goes to the window and stares outside, watching a bird by the window sill sing its song. He smiles, another bird flies in, 3 small heads pop out the nests with wide open hungry mou

We are faced with a large mansion on the coast line of Los Angeles, overlooking the ocean. A figure stands up on the roof drinking soda from a can but the sun is right behind him so it’s hard to tell who he is. Gold walks up the door bell and presses it, it buzzes. No reply. She does it again a couple of times but no reply.“RON! Answer me you asshole!”The figure on the roof peers over the edge and sees her standing there, he tips his soda can and lets a little drip on her, she screams in surprise.She looks up but there’s no one there. A few moments later the door is opened by Ron who stands there with a dazzling smile.“Gold honey, how have you been?”She stares daggers at him, she brushes past him violently as she enters the house.“Ouch!” he says with a mischievous smile.Gold drops unto the most comfortable looking sofa, she scans the room filled with so much artwork.“You know as a music idol, one would expect you to have a lot of records at your place but it’s artwork.” She a