Chapter 133 - Bridal Disaster and Fashion Sabotage
Bianca's POV
Saturday mornings weren't meant for torture, but here I was, trapped in bridal hell because Clairemont insisted his precious daughter needed my guidance for her wedding dress fitting. I'd already suffered through the initial selection of that monstrosity she called a gown.
Somehow this delusional princess had convinced herself I was her personal assistant, constantly calling with wedding demands. The worst part was Clairemont expected me to play along with this charade, kissing up to his tasteless offspring for the sake of my paycheck.
Money was the only reason I tolerated these two disasters. Without Clairemont's checks, I would have told his ridiculous daughter and her vulgar mother exactly where they could shove their wedding plans. They were walking advertisements for everything wrong with new money - flashy, gaudy, and completely without class.