Mariela's POV
"Archer told you, you can use any car you want, right?" Valerie asked, and I nodded my head, and her eyes widened as she looked at the collection of expensive cars of Archer lined up in his garage.
I was not in the mood to talk because after baking his favorite croissant, I was informed by one of the maids that Archer didn't come home last night. I was trying my best to think about the upcoming wedding, and I set aside my worries, but I couldn't stop interpreting his actions.
"Ella, are you with me?" Val asked for the second time, and I raised my head and looked at her, I could see the concern on her face, and I knew she wanted me to stop worrying about Archer, and that is why she was bugging me to go with her to the dress shop to fit my gown.
"I don't think we need to go to the dress shop; we better get back inside and get our luggage. I am not doing this, Valerie." I softly said.
