his was day two of wedding planning. We had cake tasting to do and as usual we left early.
Marissa came to get me from the penthouse because Stella had somewhere else to be. She was parked in front of the hotel.
"Hi Marissa" I bade.
"Hey bride to be, hop in." She beckoned with a slight grin.
"You look good." She complimented, eyeing my new beige mono strap body con dress.
"Thank you." I blushed.
"You're not looking bad yourself." I said trying to keep cool. My words did no justice, her outfit was just too classy.
"I try." She said playfully. I chuckled.
She drove for a while before she noticed the black Mercedes Maybach behind us.
"Why do I feel like we are being followed?" She asked with a bit of panic in her tone.
"Relax. Those are Damien's men." I pacified her, though
