Krystal's POV
The rest of the morning was a nightmare because I was forced to sit in the large conference room while Bianca met with three different wedding planners, and I had to sit right behind her to take notes on every single detail she mentioned.
It was torture to listen to her talk about white roses and five-tier vanilla cakes for her wedding to Alex, especially since she kept looking back at me with a smug smile every time she brought up how much money they were spending.
She treated me like a piece of furniture, and at one point she actually handed me her heavy designer handbag and told me to hold it because it was scratching the surface of the mahogany table.
I sat there with the weight of her expensive bag on my lap, my fingers cramping as I typed out her demands for a ve
