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The Ricci mansion had officially turned into controlled chaos.
Wedding planners hurried through the marble hallways carrying blueprints, flower samples, guest lists, and decoration catalogues. Designers spoke over one another while decorators measured every corner of the mansion.
Drishti sat cross-legged on the living room sofa with a notebook in her lap.
She looked utterly unimpressed.
A wedding planner excitedly pointed at a luxury ballroom layout.
"This venue overlooks Lake Como, ma'am. Crystal chandeliers, gold interiors, seating for over six hundred guests-"
"No."
The planner blinked.
"...No?"
"I don't want chandeliers."
Another planner quickly slid over a picture of an ancient palace.
"What about this estate? It's one of the most exclusive properties in Italy."
Drishti shook her head again.
"No."
Massimo, sitting beside her with an espresso in hand, looked amused.
"You've rejected twelve venues."
"Thirteen," Luca corrected from across the room while stealing cookies from the dining table.
Drishti ignored them.
"I don't want a palace."
"I don't want a ballroom."
"I don't want a cathedral."
"I don't even want a luxury hotel."
Every planner exchanged worried looks.
Massimo finally placed his cup down.
"Vision..."
She looked at him.
"What do you actually want?"
Drishti's eyes sparkled.
"A forest."
Silence.
Complete silence.
One planner nervously laughed.
"...Excuse me?"
"A forest," she repeated proudly.
"In the middle of nowhere."
"Lots of tall trees."
"Natural light."
"White flowers hanging from branches."
"No roof."
"No walls."
"I want everyone surrounded by nature."
She clasped her hands together like an excited child.
"I've always dreamed of getting married like Edward and Bella."
The planners looked completely lost.
Luca slowly raised his hand.
"I know what she's talking about."
Massimo pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You've watched that movie again?"
"I watched it five times."
"You cried."
"I absolutely cried."
Drishti pointed at Luca dramatically.
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