The room was packed with people congratulating the bride and groom and socializing about business deals even though it was a wedding. It was called: 'the wedding of the century' among the rich people, and one you wouldn't have been invited to if you weren't the wedding planner for such a grand event.

You were obliged to attend the wedding, to make sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. This particular client was a close friend of the powerful Vincent Santoni, a French man who has been in tabloids recently for his successful ventures.

So nothing can go wrong.

You were leaned against the wall, the venue looked amazing and guests were socializing, so you took the opportunity to take a second and relax, when someone cleared their throat.

"You've been so busy all night I Don't think I've ever seen you stand still." A deep French accented voice chuckled from beside you. One look told you it was Vincent Santoni himself. The man looked so put together with his black designer clothes and dark hair.

His suit jacket hung on his broad shoulders and his arms were crossed over his chest. "should I take a picture?"