Camilla
Adrianna insisted that we have lunch outside, since I’ve already planned on meeting Cristiano today for the wedding plans, I told her to join for lunch. Thirty minutes into the lunch, Cristiano was nowhere to be found.
“I thought you said someone was joining us for lunch?” Adrianna asked as she shoved crab into her mouth. “Who is she by the way? Or are we expecting a he?”
“Cristiano. My wedding planner.”
She paused with her fork mid way. “I thought you both are already married, what do you need a wedding planner for?”
I studied her closely for any form of emotion, but her face gave away nothing. “Damon insists on a big wedding, so we’re calling Cristiano to handle it.”
Her mouth formed an o. “That’s nice, Damon always likes to keep everything about him elegant.” She stretche
