Milena's POV
This is what I get for being obedient. A control freak as a husband. He's lucky he's handsome and I like him but I can't say the same for his mother who is grinning at me this instant. I huff to resume eating.
" Am I to assume your mother is the one planning my wedding?" Julian frowned at the tone of my voice. God, why does he take offense to everything I do?
" The wedding is none of my business Lena. Your mother can participate too. I have no problem with that but you're going for the fitting. Who knows you might like it" puff. What does he take me for? A fool? Why wasn't I told before she bought it? Who knows it might be the one she made for Isabella. Why isn't anyone seeing my point? Old school people I guess.
" I don't like it. I don't have to see it to know I don't" I snap with a fist clenched hereby dropping the cutleries. The sound resonated on the cubicle floor.