Cruz’s POV

“I’m not wearing that, and I’m not marrying Liliana. I don’t know how many times I need to say it!” I growl under my breath as I sit, arms folded, at the head table. My mother is on one side of me while the wedding planner is sitting on the other side of me.

My mother leans over me and looks at catalog after catalog of different dresses, venue decorations, and everything in between. There is even a section for different colored handkerchiefs ...