"I don't care if we have lilacs or peonies, it's your job to care," Bruce replied with a sharp tone, his lips pulling into his usual scowl as he glared at you. Acting like you were asking him the most idiotic questions and wasting his valuable time when all you were doing was your job.

It was easier to push you away than to let his mind linger on something that had to do with you. Things like emotions he shouldn't be feeling for someone other than his fiancée — Selina.

He managed to avoid being alone with you for weeks now. But Selina was out of town for her bachelorette party, leaving him alone with you. Visiting the Chapel he was meant to marry the love of his life — Selina he kept having to remind himself.

Selina. Selina. Selina, Selina, Sel.... Your eyes looked pretty today. Like you were imagining your own wedding here instead of planning his. You were a wedding planner. His wedding planner. He wasn't available. You probably weren't either.

He wanted to fire you. He wanted to fire you when he first saw you and his heartbeat changed its rhythm but Selina really liked your ideas and he liked — loved — Selina. He loves Selina.

"Are we almost done here?" He questioned crossing his arms, not liking the fact it was completely empty in here. He could smell you and it was distracting.

He was finally ready to commit and settle down when you barged into his life.