“Aimee, the strategy of making her jealous is not working out. The whole charade's been going on for nearly one month without any reaction from her behalf. Forget about making a scene, she's not even responding to my phone calls,” growled Dev frustratingly on the phone clutching the device so hard that his knuckles turned white.“I know! I never knew she was so indelible,” Aimee responded according, a facsimile of his own resentment for having his plans thwarted. “Can you give me until this afternoon to confirm something before you start using your caveman tactics?”Dev muttered something unintelligible under his breath, only curbing himself just in time from uttering a harsh expletive out of respect for the lady in question. “Do I at least get to know what you’re planning?” he asked gruffly, doubtful that her ploy would function.“Jennifer is planning a conference tonight with the media who claims that Ana’s fans are dying to know about her impromptu love story. Ana’s been stalling t

“Aimee, she’s driving me crazy,” Ana complained for the umpteenth time as she joined her friend in the coffee room after one laden session with Jennifer about the wedding plans. Having no wish for a grand wedding, Ana had done the intrinsic mistake of handing the preparations over to her PR, who had suddenly transformed into her worst nightmare.Things were inexorably getting out of hands – what had started as an unpretentious family affair had transmuted to a celebrity wedding, precisely what Ana had been circumventing. Jennifer being her whimsical self was controlling the wedding to the weeniest details, from the color of the flowers to the food which would be served.“I know she can be a pain, honey. The wedding’s only a week ahead. Keep ignoring her,” Aimee responded soothingly, sending her a sympathetic look before frowning back to the ivory mess of fabric in front of her.Even handing Aimee the mission of designing her dress had been like winning a battle – Jennifer had insisted