CHAPTER EIGHTY – RASH ENTITLED WOMAN

"Irina," Rebecca said gently, "I understand you're stressed, but-" "Stressed?" Irina laughed hysterically. "You have no idea! This is supposed to be the most important day of my life, and everything is going wrong!" She turned to Rebecca, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "And you. You're supposed to be handling all of this. If you can't do your job, maybe I should find someone who can." Rebecca felt a flare of anger, but she pushed it down. "I assure you, I'm doing everything in my power to make this wedding perfect. But some things are simply out of our control." Irina's face contorted with rage. "Nothing is out of my control! I'm marrying Luca Castelli, for God's sake. I can have anything I want!" As if on cue, Luca's voice rang out from the doorway. "What's going on here?" Everyone turned to see him standing there, a concerned look on his face. Irina's demeanor changed instantly, her voice becoming sickeningly sweet. "Darling! Nothing's wrong. Just a few minor wedding details