STELLA
The lunch I have together with Cain and Cassidy is torture. Although I have to say that my aunt should be nominated for the Academy Awards. Or Emmy’s, at least. Her acting skills and pretending that she doesn’t know a thing about anything are just beyond me!
“We should discuss Stella’s dress!” she smiles at Cain, “I can’t let my niece get married in just any dress! Quinn brides always take the spotlight from everything else!”
“Stella will be able to choose from any designer she wants,” Cain chuckles proudly, covering my hand with his and rubbing on the ruby in my ring, “Absolutely no limits. She can get whatever she wants.”
“Well, good to hear, although I was thinking about paying for the dress myself,” Cass bubbles, “And she should have more than one dress for sure. One for the
