Vanessa chewed over on the perfect excuse to avoid Darryl's idea, but he had a solution for all the excuses she came up with.
“I don't have a wedding dress. I can't show up in one of my office dresses.” Vanessa told him, thinking her excuse would buy her more time to think.
“Getting you a wedding dress is the least of the things I can do for this wedding to go as planned.” Determination laced in Darryl's voice as he spoke.
Defeat washed over Vanessa because she had no choice than to get married today. Her mother had agreed to the marriage. There was nothing stopping her again.
“It seems like you have everything under control.” Vanessa could not help but accuse him. She was not the type of person to go back on her words. If not, she would have backed out of helping Darryl.
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