Emma's POV

It was my third day at Lucca's residence. Every nook of the residence has the details. It seems Grace de Lucca had a taste. I was standing behind Camilla who had made the whole living area spill with the statues and dresses for her.

And, though I was literally drooling on the second piece the famous designer, Lily Couch showed to her. Camilla didn't want to settle on just anything.

"What's your name?" And, this is what she calls me. Every time without a miss.

"Emma?"

"Ok? You know what? Schedule her and the other two stylists for tomorrow. And, you...do a search on the wedding dresses and make a presentation for me." And, I literally gawk at her for a moment. How I was supposed to do it? It wasn't my expertise.

"Ok..." My voice came out too uncertain. And, she was supposed to pick it.

"So, in the evening?" She asked and I nodded my head. "Yea, sure but...I don't think I am a right fit..."

"Oh come on darling, don't say it like that. Just pick nice dresses and ideas...we have to have a look at what celebrities are doing nowadays?"

There were specialists standing in front of us. And, I wonder if she was doing it to down them. "Why not?" I replied,

I noticed Cristiano coming into the home with Benjie walking like a shadow behind him. I saw how he did raise his brows before looking at Camilla. "This..." And, Camilla flashed a smile at him. I knew he didn't like what she had made of the living area. She could have taken her business to Cristiano's wing and left his parents' place what it was. Amazeballs.

"What? You like something?" Camilla smirked,

Cristiano took the three steps down to get into the circular living area before he dunk himself beside her. "So, how things are going?" And, Camilla was quick to look at the designers.

"Enough of it...my assistant will contact you if you are needed tomorrow," Camilla said and everyone looked at her annoyed, but Cristiano quickly called. "Benjie? Why don't you show them to the dining area? I would have joined you all but there is a lot going on with the wedding and my mother's fracture. I hope you understand."

They smiled but two of them were quick to take their leave declining Cristiano's offer while they let their staff stay to hang out more in the palace-like mansion.

Of course, it was needed. The designers were famous and had the following. I see how Cristiano tackled it.

Benjie smiled and showed them the way. Camilla came at Cristiano and kissed him before coming to sit on his lap. "I have been tired of doing it all alone."

"What are we talking about exactly here?" And, Camilla smirked biting her mouth. I blinked when they kissed each other and got my face ahead to look at the wall. Two maids came into the living area and helped take the designer dresses off and pack the stuff.

"So, what have you been doing since the morning?" Camilla whispered mostly at his mouth. I could see them in the mirror at the far end. He was full in office attire. Of course, he meant business.

"I was planning for how many days our wedding will go. There will be my bachelorette party and then yours. And, then I was planning to have a day for the club. And, with your bridal showers and the parties, my friends would throw and then the parties your friends will cater. I am still to list down the celebrities who are famous nowadays. But I guess Benjie will take care of it. And, then one of these days we are to shoot for..." Of course, he was thinking. Making it all up at the last minute. But what I was seeing? He didn't want to say anything that would upset her. He knew how to talk to her.

"Come on, you are not serious? We can't have...do you have any idea I want a day free between any two parties to get off my hangover? I will be a disaster on the big day." Cristiano looked at her before asking, "And?"

"And, we have to have the wedding this month. And, which of our friends are important?" Cristiano seemed a little annoyed but then shook her head.

"Do you have any idea what are you talking about? Not having events mean fewer presents. And, I don't care about such details but you would want to brag about what kind of gifts you get. Now, these people are important?"

"I hate it when you make me sound like a fool?"

"There is no fool here...I know you, honey. And, I don't want anything...to ruin this day for you." And, Camilla was silent. He indeed was the only person who could make her silent.

"Ok, fine...but don't talk to me like that. You could have said it without these lines of your head. And, I know what to do. We can have a wedding before all these parties...and, there will be more people in the subsequent..."

"Who does that?..." Cristiano stopped her and was quick to stop her before she could speak. "...only a honeymoon to the Philippines will happen after my wedding. Nothing else..."

"How can you decide?" Camilla shouted.

"I have decided it. Philipines..."

"Ok!...but not right after the wedding. What about the other parties? And, gifts? You know my cousin got eighty million worth of gifts. And, with us...God, only imagine. This!...will go straight on my Wikipedia. And, if other people don't do the parties after the wedding. Imagine? We can do it?"

"And, honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon can wait. It's not like we have not been to the Philippines before,"

Camilla waited for his reply but he only chuckled. "Don't make it sound usual because there is nothing usual about my honeymoon. I am going to pick my bride. And, get her to the exotic beaches. I would love to see this whole skin going tan." And, this brain of mine was already imagining them doing the stuff. I have to ask Benjie if I have to stand here if they seemed to be too sensual.

"You...are talking to Camilla Larson. You ask her before you pick her. You don't own her...so, you better not decide or talk..."

"He does own you," I looked at a tall white woman coming in who had long curly hair and her grey eyes made her exotic. Her hair was perfect as if she had walked out of a movie set. I didn't have to do the math to know who she was, Ava de Lucca...

"Hello junior,..." She told Cristiano and walked into the space. With her blazer in her right hand mostly touching the floor. "You haven't changed your pet yet? But I understand. Isn't she cute?" The scowl on Camilla's face was horrible. "Oh God, is she fed?"