Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Oh, I’ll get started all right, my head screams. I make the mistake of looking at her again and I hate that my body is reacting to her the way it is. She’s just my ex-girlfriend, so what if I want her again. So what, that one look at her dressed in those fucking shoes and it brought back all the memories I never thought about until now. So what, when she turns to lead us to the back, all I can do is watch her ass move from side to side. Her hair also swishes, and I remember how she knew I like her with her hair loose, so she wore it like that all the time.
She stops walking, and if it wasn’t for Helena pulling my hand in hers, I would have walked right into her. Which probably would have been a bad thing since she’d probably feel my dick and then think I’m some weird pervert. You are a pervert, my head is quick to call me out.
Sofia holds out her hand. “Please, have a seat.” She waits for us to walk into her office before she follows us in. I wait for Helena to take a seat before sinking in one of the pink chairs. My eyes roam the room, as she walks around the L-shaped desk going to sit in her chair.
My eyes go to the shelves behind her as I see some of the pictures of her with her family. My eyes find a photo of her with a child in her arm. She holds the child on her hip as she smiles at the camera, her cheek on the child’s head, and my heart sinks to my feet at the same time it lurches up to my throat. She’s probably with someone. My eyes fly straight to her hands to look if there is a ring on her finger, seeing that there is no ring there.
I shake my head, asking myself: How fucking dumb am I? Here I am, sitting next to a woman who I asked to spend the rest of my life with, and here I am worrying about Sofia. I look over at Helena as she looks over at me, and I smile at her.
“Okay,” Sofia says, looking at us and opening the folder on her desk as she grabs a pen. “I’m excited to start.” She looks up at Helena. “Why don’t we start with some questions so I can get a better idea of what I’m working with?”
“I’m so excited,” Helena says as she looks at me.
“I know the first question that people usually ask is what the budget is, but before that, I would like to ask some questions to see if your budget is feasible.” She looks down. “How large is the bridal party?”
Helena speaks up before I even have a chance to think about it. “I did a quick tally last night; I will have at least ten bridesmaids, so a good count is twenty.” My head whips to the side to look at her, seeing if I heard her right. “We both have lots of friends.” Um, no, we don’t. I have lots of family members who I found out she doesn’t even like. I look back at Sofia, who looks as if she’s also surprised at that number, but all she does is make a note of it.
“What number are you thinking about for the guest list?” She looks back up and every single time she never looks at me. It’s as if I’m not even here.
“Three to five hundred,” Helena states.
“People?” I say out loud instead of in my head, and she chuckles at me.
“It’s a big deal,” Helena says. “You have to invite all your teammates, plus your family has lots of contacts that they will most likely invite.” Oh, now she is okay with my family, I want to say but instead I look up at the ceiling. “I would hate to offend anyone by not inviting them,” she tells Sofia, who just nods her head at her as she writes something else down. I wonder if she’s making notes about how much this isn’t at all like I thought my wedding would be. I’d be lying if I said we hadn’t discussed it while we were together. Both of us wanted an intimate wedding with just our family. Yes, that would probably be over two hundred people, but it wasn’t anyone who we didn’t know.
“I know you mentioned you wanted a black-and-white wedding,” Sofia says to Helena. “Is it safe to say it’s elegant?”
Helena pffts. “It’s definitely going to be elegant.”
“What is considered an elegant wedding?” I ask Sofia, and she has no choice but to look over at me. Our eyes meet as she starts talking all business. I’ve never met this Sofia. I’m used to the playful Sofia, who is always smiling, always snarky with me, but then always loving.