Sin's mad and I don't know why.
I swear, if he slams that door one more time, I might just lose it. The tension's so thick you could cut it with a knife. He's been on edge all morning, snapping at everyone, and when I say everyone, I mean mostly me.
Especially me.
And it's seriously beginning to get on my nerves. I've had to discard three cups of coffee, remake these damn proposals more times than I can count. And the infuriating part? There's nothing wrong with them. It's like he's just nitpicking for the sake of it. My patience is wearing thin.
Then he'd had me go purchase a new set of wedding rings for the stupid wedding. Didn't even look me in the eye as he gave me his black card and said, She likes the stones huge.
Mother fucker.
"Make it f*****g black, Ms. Sullivan. This isn't
