When Paris called me in the morning, waking up from my beauty sleep and said we were to meet up later in the day mumbling about the arrangements and our dresses for the engagement, I knew I was not among those she had given break yesterday. No of course not, there was a reason I was her personal assistant and I knew better most privileges would not rub off on me.
Keenan had dropped me off last night after collecting my phone number and I threatening to have his balls with a knife if he ever dared to sent creepy stuff into my phone. He went pale and promised he would not, because according to his own words. "Loves to still be able to have adorable kids with you." I still didn't give him my name and after he guessed about ten wrong names I told him to save whatever it was he thought my name
