|Sage's POV|
Nonsense, I'm coming over.
My eyes bulge at the message on my screen when my snobby wedding planner huffs and puffs once again.
"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" She snaps at me in her nasal tone, and I see Jackson's hand twitching towards his gun because of her behaviour from the corner of my eyes.
I turn my head to him and give him a warning glare before meeting the eyes of the blonde wedding planner once again.
She is dressed in a sleek black dress, her fake tan is utterly obvious and her straight hair cup her cheeks. She has long legs which she isn't trying to hide whatsoever and in her lap is an open binder full of wedding decoration ideas.
All of which, have felt outdated and used till now.
"I am listening to you, Leslie." I say in a calm tone
