Scarlett's POV
Sebastian leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets, watching me with a smug expression that made me want to strangle him. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a withering look.
“Do we really have to do this?” I asked, my voice laced with irritation. “I don’t see why we couldn’t just call Margaret to handle this. She’s been my go-to designer for years. She made my dress when I married Richard, and I’m sure she could find another simple dress that would work for this wedding.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. “Simple?” he repeated, the amusement in his tone only fueling my annoyance. “Scarlett, we’re not just talking about any wedding here. This is our wedding. The media will be all over it, and you know it. You need a dress t
