“Celeste”

Oh, I had better things to do on a Saturday morning, but Junqueira decided to give his daughter an idea and she bothered me so I would come to her wedding dress fitting. I had already been there the day she chose that hideous tent she calls a dress.

I don't understand why this idiot now thinks I'm her secretary and keeps bugging me about this wedding, calling me all the time and saying she needs me to do something for her. And the worst part is that Junqueira thinks I have to keep fawning over this tacky woman.

I'm only doing things because he's paying me, otherwise he would have already sent his ridiculous daughter and her disgusting mother to hell. They're both tacky, poorly dressed and tacky.

I got to the store and waited for those two idiots for about twenty minutes. They think it's chic to be late for everything. What the hell! When they arrived, the store manager said we would have to wait, because the consultants were all attending to the brides who were on time.

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