♕𖠌Chapter 22♕𖠌

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"I want beige and green!" I glare at the man in front of me

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"I want beige and green!" I glare at the man in front of me. I'm completely sick of his face this week. I've had a busy and stressful week and his face isn't making it any better.

"That's a disgusting combination." Ales grimaces.

"No, it isn't you blind ass bitch." I glare at him in anger.

"Well, I don't want to wear either beige or green."

"Well, what would you want to wear sweetie." I tease him in a high-pitched voice.

"I'd like to wear black." He says simply and Sara's and I jaw drops.

"You're insane. You always wear black." I say still shocked.

"Alessandro you can do something other than black for once." Sara reasons.

"I don't see anything wrong with a black-and-white wedding, it's an arranged marriage anyway." He insists.

"It's still a special day! Whether I'm marrying you or someone else, I want my wedding to be special and beautiful." I declare. I take a deep breath to relieve my anger, "You will wear beige or gray at the ceremony, and at the reception, you can wear a black suit, got it."

"Whatever." He glares and crosses his arms.

I helped Sara organize the color samples we got which are spread out on the table. I had initially picked sage green, gold, and beige as the color scheme.  Ales just picked black and white. After some organizing the colors we ended up with were emerald green, gold, beige, and white. I wasn't against the colors and I think they fit perfectly together.

"Ok, now the venue, indoors or outdoors?" Sara asks.

Before I got the chance to answer Ales had already decided what he wanted. I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed in question. "Outside" Ales quickly responded.

"Sofia?" Sara turns to me with her eyebrows raised.

"Outside also." I'd love to be outside during the entire reception. I'd love to sit under the night sky to eat and enjoy my wedding. This is the first time we've agreed on something today and boy has it been a long day of arguing.

Sara nods and writes it down in her journal. We're already halfway done through the list and it's only lunch. Ales has been trying to 'help' out but all he does is sit there and answer emails all day. Then his mom took his phone and he's been sulking since. I admit it was funny watching a grown man get his phone taken away by his mom.

The last things are quick and simple. It was just a big purchase list, finding wedding decorators and private photographers to hire.

"Ales," I call out looking at my planner.

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