Rachel had told herself a million different reasons not to go, yet somehow she found herself standing outside Nicholas Grey's penthouse, her arms folded, waiting for him to open the door.
She didn't want to plan a wedding with him. Especially one that it was only a contract based event.
A fake wedding.
She didn't even want to think of herself walking down the aisle with him, not when she had her eyes set on revenge.
But Nicholas had called, his voice controlling, but calm. Part of her, maybe the part that still remembered what it felt like to be in the same room with him, had agreed before she could think of it.
The door slowly opened and she was directed in, and soon she was sitting just opposite Nicholas in his large dining room. Papers and tablets were all over the glassy table surface, venues, floral arrangements, catering choices. Everything screamed the plan layout of the rich.
