“Where the f**k is the bouquet?” Martha yelled moving downstairs towards the main foyer.
“Where the f**k is the chef? The appetizers aren’t delivered to the guests. If Rachel found this out, she is going to flip.” Greta gritted, entering the kitchen and looking around for the chef.
“Greta, could you at least get my bow right?” Stephano yelled, moving right behind her. Greta turned around, holding a three months old baby girl wearing a white frock followed by a blue bow over her head, tucked into her hair.
“Fine, hold Samantha will you?” she passed down their three months old daughter to her boyfriend.
The two had been in a living relationship for over a year with a three months old daughter Samantha to their name, living happily engaged, soon to be married.
“You look stunning.” Ste
