It was a day to my engagement party and I was doing my final dress fitting with Jose. My dress was a pure white gown that had gloves attached to the sleeves along with elegant cuts and curves. At the end was a flowing train with feathers that flew down at the side. It was definitely screaming classy and rich, yet modern. Jose made sure it matched with the color theme of the event.
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Tomorrow would mark three weeks since I proposed. I wanted the wedding to wait for a year or two but André was definitely not having that. Somewhere in his mind, he thought we would get married two days later in Vegas. I remember the appalled look on both our mothers' faces when he said it. So we came to a compromise of two months. Still a little time, but Dré has been NOTHING but impatient since we got back together. He can't even stand ten minutes without me in the same room as him.
"Bellisima!" A strong masculine voice chanted the minute he stepped into the room. He was in a casual outfit yet still made every of Jose's girls to gawk at him like he was some sort of god in human form.
I wish that I could pluck their eyes out.
"I don't think you're allowed to see your fiancée's dress before the engagement, Mr. Lombardi." I teased at him. He hated the fact I still addressed him that way in public and would definitely punish me later in private.
His eyes sent a warning as he shamelessly gazed at my entire soul and body, as if planning a kidnapping in his mind. "You did an excellent job, Mr. Hernandez." He shook José's hand firmly.
"Of course...After making such a dangerous bet with your fiancée, I'd surely plan on making the entire Mexico fall at Gaby's feet tomorrow evening." He said with pride.
"What bet?" Dré looked at me with amusement.
"José bet with me during your escapades with Chloé..." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "...that I would get married after I said that I never would agree to become someone's wife. So he said that if I don't, he'd close La Modella...for good." I spoke and everyone gasped in horror, despite ALL the girls were there when he said it. Even André made a little surprised face. I guess even my soon-to-be husband knew the position La Modella held in the international fashion industry.
"But if she didn't, I'd sponsor everything that related to fashion for the wedding events." He smirked in victory.
"Interesting." Dré smirked.
The evening of the party came and it was held at Mi Abuelo's residence. André and I wanted the engagement to be held in sentimental yet elegant place....nothing could be better than Mi Abuelito's home.
