Annabella...
Not only was I pissed at Ćesar, but pissed about the people around me.
"Please, help us!" Dante begged.
"It's a freaking eight tower cake that you haven't finished yet. I thought I'd come and just assemble it, but you haven't even finished the freaking decorations that was supposed to be on it. The wedding starts at six, it's one now. How the hell am I going to finish it on time? You told me you had it under control. THIS IS NOT UNDER CONTROL, DANTE! THE BRIDE WILL HAVE MY HEAD AND I WOULDN'T BLAME HER," I shouted causing everyone to stare.
Oh god, I was bitching hard. Deep breaths, Anna, deep freaking breaths.
"The flowers are nearly don-"
"There were supposed to be hang dried so they won't melt. They need time to cool down, I don't have time. We have to work with what
