When her eyes flicked toward me, Rhea leaned even closer into him, tightening her grip on his arm.
"Starlene, you’re here. I heard you majored in photography—mind handling today’s shoot?"
"Oh and I don’t like red roses. Change them to white lilies. They suit my personality better."
My breath caught in my throat.
In my parents’ memorial photos, they had been surrounded by white lilies.
That image flashed through my mind again and again, the tension in my head winding tighter until it felt as if it might snap.
"Miss, weddings are meant to be joyful. White lilies just… carry a heavy meaning. How about we choose another white flower instead?"
Rhea's voice immediately turned sharp.
"What’s that supposed to mean? I have to set aside my own preferences just to please you now? Why are you talking to me like this? Are you calling someone here… a depressing person?"
Justin’s face darkened instantly, his eyes cutting toward me like shards of ice.
"She likes it, so that’s what we’ll use. You’re just a hired hand here—remember your place."
"And if I hear that tone from you again, you know exactly what will happen."