Page 90 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Listen, Babe, we are all on your side, even if we are constantly taking the piss." Karma folds her arms behind her back.
"Hmm. You sure about that?"
"Completely." Her features resolve into an expression of determination. "I promise not to say anything bitchy—"
"Hallelujah."
"At least for the next half an hour."
I laugh, "Thank you for your kindness."
"Oh, and leave your wedding dress to me."
"I... I'm not so sure Karma." I twist my fingers together.
Her eyes gleam. "You do want to catch his attention?"
I bite on my lower lip.
"You want to ensure he never underestimates you again? You want to surprise him, huh?"
"Yes... but, can you create it in 2 days?"
"It's difficult, but not... impossible." She taps her finger to her cheek. "Not if I take the barebones of the dress I had been working on... and...." She brightens, snaps her fingers. "Oh, I think I know just the thing." She squeezes my shoulders. "Trust me."
Famous last words.
"You won't regret it." She winks.
Oh, hell.My stomach plummets.
"That's settled then." She grins. "Let’s get this show on the road."
Amelie waves the black credit card, "Right, what should we order first?"
