Three weeks seemed like enough time to plan everything, but just three days before the wedding Ilona started to think, she bit off more than she could chew. She is currently sitting at her favourite table in Cafe Moca having coffee with Vesna.
“This just won’t do. I don’t have enough time!” Ilona mutters over her notebook.
“What are you talking about?” Vesna asks. “And your coffee is getting cold. I know you hate cold coffee. Shall I order you a new one?”
“There’s so much to do and I hardly sleep at all.” Ilona replies as she reaches for her cup.
“Are you getting cold feet before the wedding?” Vesna laughs. “I know you have everything sorted out and planned to perfection.”
Ilona only grunts and sighs and looks at Vesna with narrowed eyes.
“Give me that notebook!” Vesna pulls it from
