*Natalia*
“She did it!” I spat through gritted teeth as I threw my white coat onto the couch in our room. My whole body was tense as if I was about to dive headfirst into a fighting ring. I turned to my fiance, who trailed behind me with a grim look. “I can’t believe you won’t support me on this!”
“Of course I support you.”
Tallon repeated what he’d said for the dozenth time on the car ride home, crossing his arms with a deep frown. “I understand your anger, Natalia, but think about it logically.”
“Logically?” I scoffed, whirling at him with a scowl. “Fine, let’s think about this logically. We meet your ex-girlfriend outside of the villa, who says, ‘Oh, this place isn’t up to my incredibly bullshit standards,’ but then five minutes after we go in and decide it’s perfect for us, she calls to book it on the exact same date our wedding is being held? Is any part of that logical?”
