Krystal’s pov
I had no idea what my new contract husband had planned out for me, but I decided to trust him.
What more could I do? The next morning while we were having breakfast he slid his card over to me without breaking contacts with his food and said between bites of his omelette; “Take this and by dress for tonight,”
I looked at his debit card with a flush of embarrassment running through my entire body like water, then gently shook my head in refusal.
“I can't take this from you,”
He looked at me, dropping his fork and his lips parting for a second or two before he spoke out, “What's wrong? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now after we've already sent the invitations?”
“No of course not,” I was up front my eyes glancing over the card, “it's just that…I don't know if
