Bree’s POV
I sit at my desk the next morning and keep glancing at the door of my office.
As soon as I got home last night, I had texted Erica to meet me first thing today, and she should be here soon.
She needs to explain a few things to me, let me know what information she has been sharing with Cranston behind my back. She also said the itinerary wasn’t ready for the honeymoon yet and that feels suspicious, especially since I know she has been in communication with Cranston with what seems like a very regular basis.
“Knock knock!” Erica comes striding through the open office door in a violently orange tight dress that goes to her knees and turquoise heels that match her chunky jewelry, carrying my morning French vanilla latte in one hand and her tablet in the other.
She smiles as
