CHAPTER 90

ELLA'S POV

"Yes," I said, my voice laced with anxiety. I felt a tinge of happiness somewhere in between the previous storms of uncertainty brewing in my veins. I bit softly into my lower lip sucking in a deep breath that hitched in my lungs.

The weight of the situation layered above my shoulders. This offer, this help— I needed it. I could really use the help of a professional. Together, I believe we could achieve a better output with the decors and the event planning.

The event would be more than it already was with the help of Miss Genevieve, the award winning event host. I surveyed her swiftly with a quick glance, her features held my gaze longer than I planned.

She was dressed in a french two piece suit, her hair rolled in a bun of waves. The red hue of lipstick on her lips highlighted the soft contours of her face. She looked effortlessly graceful, with a thick air of tension surrounded her like mists to an hilltop.

"Perfect," Madame Browne exclaimed, her fingers playing with th