Raven's Pov

　　"Karen, get my phone from the stand over there," I order firmly, without taking my eyes off my laptop, where my fingers dance nimbly across the keyboard. I am in the middle of researching the best bridal shops, each click bringing me closer to the perfect vision of my big day.

　　Karen, my personal maid, obeys with quick steps, and in a few seconds, her hand appears in my field of vision with my high-end phone extended to me. I take it and promptly send ...