Chapter 74
JOAN’S POV Bea sat back down, still fuming. "Who does she think she is? Talking to people like that." I sighed and reached over to squeeze her hand. "It's okay, Bea. That's just how Sarah is. Don't let her get to you." Bea shook her head. "She's rude. I don't like her." "I don't either," I admitted. "But there's nothing I can do about it. Let's just focus on the wedding, okay?" Bea nodded, but I could tell she was still upset. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Okay, fine. Let's keep going." We were in the middle of looking at flower arrangements when there was a knock on the door. I looked up to see Santi standing in the doorway. He had his usual stoic expression on his face. "Miss Joan," he said in his deep, calm voice. "Sir Derrick asked me to inform you that he will cal
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