"Excuse me?" I'd heard him loud and clear, but I couldn't believe he'd uttered those words. Was he mad?
"I'm certain I don't need to repeat myself. The arrangements are already in progress. All you need to do is pick out a dress and be ready to go on time."
I jumped from the chair. "I'm not marrying you in three days. Are you crazy? My fashion show is in three days." I looked down at my phone sitting on the table. "Well, actually it's in two and a half days, and at this point, I can't even get a good night's sleep before I have to meet my staff downstairs for our final run-through and the last one thousand details that still need to be addressed. So not no, but fuck no."
