My afternoon had been spent on a video call with the designer for my dress. When Trisha had told me he was a family friend, literally the last person I'd expected was Franco Franco, the top designer this side of the world. He wasn't just happy to be designing the dress for my Luna ceremony; he was thrilled.
"Only Franco Franco can do this for you, darling," he'd told me, "otherwise, you might as well go nude. And as much as your man might think he wants that, trust me, he wants you in my design more."
Franco was a ball of energy, and it was impossible not to get caught up in his good mood. We settled on an appointment to get my measurements, and I couldn't be more excited. I left Trisha's room with a smile, but intent on finding food. I hadn't eaten since earlier, and I was starving.
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