"Oh...she's not going to be there," I say quietly.
"Why not?"
"She died when I was 18." My voice was low.
His face hardened upon hearing that and he quietly excused himself.
After we were done with the cake tasting we went back to the office, we had one final meeting before we were free to only focus on the wedding.
"Alright this meeting with Mr Russo is incredibly important Lia, we are going to talk about me getting the American section of his company." He says sternly.
"Why do you need me there?" I ask.
"I think being my fiancé has made you forget you're also my assistant." He said rudely.
"I just asked what I need to do, why are you being rude?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Just take notes on what he says and then we need to invite him to the wedding." He says bitterly.
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