years

pep talked myself as I tried not to squirm on the

it wasn't a mansion like I had grown u

her kind of money, I'm sure she has access to different luxurious designers and brands, so why me? U

n't have any relation with my ex-husband or ex-family. And it's bee

gent call to attend to." A young lady said as sh

lmost a head taller than me. Silky, shoulder-length brown ha

nd stretched out my hand to her. "I'm Aurora Nigel; the

I'm Bianca Warner." She smiled and sh

a as she sat on the one adjacent to mine, and

ianca Warner was from the popular multibillionaire Warner family and owned the biggest make-up and

, I still thought it was. The whole thing was just out of the blues. How somebody like her stumbled on my fashion page was a

d and she stared at me with cu

ow you from somewhere?" She

uldn't recognise me. It would mean she had either met my ex-husband or someone in

said and forced a pleasant smile. "I j

ce it. Oh well, can I offer you anything? Tea, juice, wi

At least she had dropped the topic. I didn't know what

could stomach it. All my body wanted

ey gave me this ethereal fantasy vibe that, ugh, just hit the spot. I swear I don't fall in love at first sight, b

like them." I grinned, pus

ile giggling like a maniac. She loved my designs. Designs that I sometimes thought were too childish because

, badass kind of vibe, but I've always loved princesses and magic since I was a little girl. That's why I wa

ge from just the badass independe

e don't know me by so my fiancée and I decided the entire wedding will be fantasy and magic themed. We really want to go for the

d to my lips. There was no way, no way that she wanted me to design

sion of my wedding I have in mind." Bianca grinne

tried not to squeal a

e I could handle it. I was going to pour my entire life into that one dress. It cou

o discuss the design and price today, but I have an impromptu event to attend. I would love for us to

ed as I stood up, and she

rd to doing bus

smiled, shaki

n her. She had given me the opportunity of a lifet

nt door," Bianca said, and the man standing a

y, Miss Nigel; ple

ate? N

small thank you. He stepped out after I did, closing it, a

ca Warner's wedding dressing. Ahhh! I just want to scream a

blows up as she imagines, then my design will get so much notice. It will bring my work

for my phone. If I waited till I got h

away from who I was following to my bag. My fingers brushed

e. An arm wrapped around my waist, stopping me from falling to the ground. The pa

m so

's y