Zara’s POV A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATERWedding preparations were apparently a form of psychological torture.That was the conclusion I came to after spending three straight hours downstairs with magazines, flower samples, fabric catalogs, and Rosa’s irritating voice floating around the mansion like expensive perfume.‘I don't even know why she’s here for the preparation as well’I was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically and somehow Elena’s wedding hadn’t even happened yet.“Gold color would look tacky,” Rosa said from across the lounge to the stylist who’d come to ask for her dress preference.I resisted the urge to throw a pillow at her face. One of the designers smiled nervously. “Perhaps silver then?”“Yes,” Rosa answered smoothly before glancing toward me. “Zara, what do you think?”I looked up slowly from my phone.“I think I’d rather eat glass,” I said, as I perked up to m
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