EMILY’S POV
“Yes, that should go up there.”
“And no, I want white roses here tonight.”
I stood replying the last person to approach me. The reason I'm in Italy holds tonight and with busy Mason taking calls, I have to be the personal assistant and organise. It’s stressful but I’m enjoying the new arrangement. Plus, I’m doing something for someone I care about, makes me feel great I am taking some of his burden, even though it’s business.
Say that to the fun you had last night.
I stood straight with my legs stuck together, holding the event plan sketchpad in front of my crossed arms.
We sat at the mountain top after....you know, it was cold and the feel of his skin on mine and the large duvet warmed me. I still ate the ice-cream.
“Permission to drink?” I remember asking waving
