Chapter 43 : Bridesmaids and Blackmail

Cruz’s POV

“I’m not wearing that, and I’m not marrying Liliana. I don’t know how many times I need to say it!” I growl under my breath as I sit, arms folded, at the head table. My mother is on one side of me while the wedding planner is sitting on the other side of me.

My mother leans over me and looks at catalog after catalog of different dresses, venue decorations, and everything in between. There is even a section for different colored handkerchiefs for the men to put into their tuxes.

The binder the wedding planner has is absolutely bulging with ideas and concept images. It feels like an old-fashioned Pinterest board with hundreds of images filled with dreams of thousands of girls who want their special day to be unique while also making it cliche and like everyone else.