BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

rich bitch

written in y/n's pov

"what did i tell you? I wanted ORCHIDS not ROSES" I say, and groan when my florist tells me there's nothing he can do.

'i dont give a fuck if its too last minute, this is MY wedding, and i want orchids!" I yell before hanging up the phone and sighing deeply.

I jump slightly when I feel a pair of arms around my waist.

"what's going on love?" Ashley asks and I smile softly, sinking into her embrace.

"planning a wedding is stressful, it feels like everything keeps going wrong" i confess, throwing up my arms in distress making my fiance coo.

"aw, baby, its ok. I dont care about flowers, or anything like that. I just want you to be my wife" I grin at Ashleys words, moving my face in a position where i can kiss her.

"i love you" i whisper and she smiles at me, pressing a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"i love you too sweetheart, but can i give you some advice?" I hum, nodding my head, my eyes still closed.

"dont be such a rich bitch" she whispers into my ear before giggling when she sees my jaw drop.

"I was not being a rich bitch! Was I?" She laughs before nodding. "Oh baby, you're so cute. But yeah, you were definitely being a bit of a bitch"

I groan, "shit" "hey, dont worry about it baby, you're stressed. its understandable" she tells me, kissing my shoulder making me relax.

"i love you so much. soon to be mrs.frangipane" she says to me and i giggle lightly.

"i love you so much too, soon to be mrs.frangipane."

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idk what this is