My Last Love Affair: A Fake Fiancee Secret Baby Romance by Parker Ali

Author:Parker, Ali [Parker, Ali]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: BrixBaxter Publishing
Published: 2018-11-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 39

Hannah

Grayson was serious about the wedding happening fast. He had booked a venue and hired a wedding planner already. I guessed I thought he was only half serious about making things happen in a hurry. Boy, had I been wrong. I checked my watch and saw it was almost ten. I felt a little guilty for skipping work and taking my right-hand woman with me, but it had to be done. I had scheduled an appointment at a dress shop, after practically having to pull teeth to get the thing and there was no way I was going to risk being late.

“I’m on my way,” I answered when Amber called.

“I’m here already and there are paparazzi all over.”

“What? How? Why?” I asked dumbfounded by the news.

“I have no idea. The dress shop is thrilled. They are quite literally rolling out the red carpet for you. I’m drinking a mimosa,” she hissed into the phone.

I laughed. “Great, they’re going to try and get me drunk so I’ll spend a ton of money.”

“Your fiancé can afford it. Now, hurry up!”

I hung up the phone and hailed a cab. Hating that I was going to show up to a bunch of photographers. I had a feeling it was Grayson’s work. He wanted to make sure our wedding was getting the proper attention. He had taken out a rather elaborate ad in several papers announcing our wedding date. The ink had barely dried on our engagement announcement before the wedding announcement came out.

I arrived at the boutique and, just as Amber said, there were about ten photographers milling about out front. I took a deep breath and opened the cab door, doing my best to appear regal and happy as I strolled inside.

“Good morning!” one of the sales ladies greeted me.

“Hi, I hope I’m not late,” I mumbled, glancing around the empty shop filled with only a handful of salespeople.

“Not at all. We drew the blinds to keep the photographers from getting a sneak peek of the dress you choose.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you clearing your schedule for me.”

“It was no problem at all,” the woman said, clearly very happy to be a part of the Bancroft wedding planning.

Amber came out of a room and squealed when she saw me, her champagne glass in her hand. “You have to see what they pulled for you!”

I grinned. I could admit I was a little excited to be picking a wedding dress. It wasn’t something I ever really thought a lot about, but now that I was in the store, surrounded by white gowns in plastic covers, it was all very real.

“Let’s do this,” I said, clapping my hands together, anxious to see what we could put together with no time to spare.

“I was informed you preferred a mermaid style,” the saleswoman, who identified herself as Donna, announced.

I wrinkled my nose. “My fiancé likes the mermaid style. I’m thinking more Pippa Middleton style.”

Amber was nodding. “That would be perfect on you.”

Donna seemed irritated. “I guess we’ll need to pull some new dresses.

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