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Faith Preston, a 19-year-old college freshman seems to have everything going for her except a love life. That’s about to change when the new girl shows up on a roaring motorcycle. Brooklyn is a beautiful confident butch with tattoos, sparkling vivid green eyes full of life, and a smile that captures Faith’s attention. Everything changes in that moment. She falls for her, but is she ready to possibly lose friends and family over dating a girl as well as jeopardize her mother’s political career? This is a sweet coming out story of lesbian romance and love.

From bestselling lesbian short story author, Suze Snow, her first debut lesbian romance novel.

CHAPTER ONE

Wow, winter break went by way too fast. Now it’s time to get back to my studies. I’m really looking forward to my Creative Writing class this semester. Maybe, it’ll give me a chance to vent about all the stressors in my life from my overbearing parents to my lack of a love life, and of course maintaining my perfect 4.0 average. My parents expect nothing less of me.

Checking my reflection in my dorm mirror, I make sure my strawberry blond hair is pulled back tight against my scalp and my makeup is flawless. My ocean blue eyes sparkle underneath the soft morning glow of sunshine pouring into my room. I turn around glancing at my figure in the mirror criticizing my lack of muscle. My ripped jeans are pretty hot though, riding low on my waist and hips, but my confidence quickly drifts as I gaze a little too long and focus on my imperfections.

Slipping on my light fleece, I head out the door as I make my way to campus. My pulse races as I walk toward my first class at exactly seven fifty five on the dot maneuvering down the corridor hoping to find an empty seat in the back corner of the class so I can avoid any small talk with the other students. That’s all I need. I don’t think I’m asking too much.

Being shy is definitely one of my biggest flaws that has left me pretty much socially awkward. Unfortunately, being the product of Herbert and Hilda Preston…the Mayor Hilda Preston, AKA my perfect-can’t-do-anything-wrong mother…seems to draw unwanted attention toward myself all the time.

Being Faith Preston the one and only child of my well-known rich parents of Sapphire Beach is definitely not something I would wish on even my worst enemy. Yes, for some reason one day my mother decided to run for mayor. She won and it didn’t take much convincing with all the fake smiles, expensive campaigns and extraordinary dinners, very generous donations, and using me as a token of their perfect marriage. Little did any outsiders know, they were not perfect…far from it actually. We all have our hidden secrets.

A hurdle of college freshman stand around gossiping near the professor’s desk. I scoot on by, scurrying along to claim my seat for my Creative Writing class. As soon as I think I’m in the clear, their circle of gossip disperses.

A loud male turns around facing me. “Hey aren’t you Faith Preston?”

I bite my bottom lip and I plaster a huge smile on my lips. “How did you know?”

“You’re the Mayor’s daughter.” He turns to his friends and smirks flailing his arms around making me a spectacle. “Hey class, we have a famous celebrity amongst us.”

They laugh in unison, mocking me, making me feel like the laughingstock. I narrow my eyes and avoid conflict as usual. Slumping my shoulders, I slip down in the uncomfortable hard chair. I pull my phone from my purse. I keep my eyes glued to social media…seeing what’s trending in the world around me as I cowardly stay in my little corner trying to avoid any more unwelcome attention.

Professor Cane stands before us. She’s your typical fantasy…a sexy young professor that I’m sure all the boys and girls dream about. She’s absolutely gorgeous with long flowing golden blond hair shining under the artificial lights above. Her eyes sparkle as she speaks. She flashes perfect pearly whites when she smiles. She’s fashionable with trendy black-rimmed glasses. She looks like a model out of a magazine wearing a low-cut white button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt hugging her lean legs that end in black three-inch pumps. She’s stunning. Her smile is grand. Her voice raises a few notches as she speaks above the roar of the inattentive class. I can tell she loves her job.

I try to pay attention. Her eyes connect with mine, and my pulse races. My eyes cast downward with fear and panic racing through my body. I glance back at her. My heart pounds in my chest. She smiles at me with a sexy dimple forming on her right cheek.

“Okay class. I hope you all had a wonderful winter break, but now it’s over and time to get back to work. In this class I want you to have fun and really explore your creative gifts…and yes…you all have them.” She taps her temple.

The class laughs and snickers.

“It’s time to put your creative minds to use in here and really dig deep into those unique minds of yours and pour your heart into all of your assignments. I want you to really think in my class and have fun.”

A cocky ass next to me mutters under his breath, “I have something that’ll dig deep in you, professor.”

I roll my eyes. What an ass. “Really? Why don’t you shut the hell up!”

He grabs his crotch and presses his tongue in his cheek, “Suck my…”

Balling my fist and narrowing my eyes I whisper, “You wish.” Shifting in my seat I glance out the window wanting this nightmare to end. A flock of birds fly over and land in the far end of the parking lot where they frolic around in the shallow puddles.

“Okay class, let me check my roster and see who actually crawled out of bed today to attend my class. I see a few of you are still in your PJs. Let’s try to get dressed for our next session.”

She reads off her list. My heart drums forcibly in my chest dreading her reaching the ‘P’s.

She pauses and looks around. “Faith Preston.. Faith Pres—”

I raise my hand biting my lip. Please don’t…don’t recognize me!

“Wow you look just like your mother, Mayor Hilda Preston. Welcome!” She winks. “I’m delighted to have you in my class. I’m a big supporter of your mom.”

I sink down in my seat desperately wanting to hide under my desk dissolving to dust. All eyes are on me, gawking at me like I’m a prized diamond snickering and rolling their eyes in jealousy. I don’t blame them either.

A loud roaring engine filters through the window coming from the main parking lot outside. I’m grateful for the diversion.

The professor glares outside at the loud motorcycle causing the huge distraction. “God, those should be banned from campus.” She groans as she begins to pace back and forth, frustrated by the disruption.

I can’t help but gaze at the shiny chrome and black motorcycle, so bad ass and sexy. I can’t look away as a sexy woman hops off her ride. Her hands ascend to the top of her helmet and she yanks it off revealing her short shiny raven hair that meets the rim of her black sunglasses, a sexy pixie cut. She runs her fingertips through her shiny locks and makes her way into the school. She looks like a bad ass rocker chick. My heart pounds in my chest while I nervously play with a hangnail on my pointer finger.

Seconds later, a knock on the door makes me jump as my mind is still on the intriguing chick from moments before.

The professor walks over to the hallway. “Can I help you?”

I hear a low mutter unable to see who she’s talking to. My heart thrums again, pounding relentlessly in my chest. No way. It’s the biker chick.

The mysterious motorcycle girl is in my class. She takes a seat in the row next to mine cater-cornered from me. Her cologne fills the air, so strong and sexy. What is wrong with me? I find myself staring once again.

The professor walks over to her, “Brooklyn, is it?”

In a husky sexy voice she responds, “Yes. I’m so sorry I was late. It won’t happen again.”

The professor sighs with forgiving eyes. “As long as you don’t make it a habit, I won’t hold it against you.”

Brooklyn…Brooklyn, I memorize her name in my mind. Such a cool sexy name.

Her jeans are faded and tight, ripped at the knees. Her t-shirt is black and snug, matching her black boots. She doesn’t dress like she’s from around here, like everyone else in our prestigious college. What is it about her that makes me unable to look away? She glances over her shoulder. Her eyes lock with mine. With a devilish grin, she smirks at me with a half smile, running her fingertips through her shiny hair. Her eyes are hazel and clear making me take a deep breath. She’s hardcore, but has a genuine softness in her eyes that I can’t explain. She nods at me, and my smile widens in response to her gaze. Goosebumps form on my pale arms as sweat beads on my forehead and upper lip. My cheeks blush. Calm down. Stop it! Just breathe.

I glance next to me and a beautiful ginger who definitely looks like she was a cheerleader in high school smiles at me. She follows my gaze toward Brooklyn and back to me over and over again making a connection. Stop staring at Brooklyn. You’re making yourself look like a fool.

The ginger’s eyes are deep green matching her manicured green and gold fingernails. Her heels are high and her skirt is short, barely covering her tight ass.

“I’m Nikki,” she whispers.

“Faith.”

She leans over toward me, “Do you know her?” She points inconspicuously under the desk directly at Brooklyn.

The blush building in my cheeks is close to reaching a boiling point, clearly revealing my awkward shyness. “No. Never seen her before. Do you know her?”

She giggles. “Nope. I like her style. Pretty hot.”

I smile nervously in agreement focusing my attention on my pen tapping it uncontrollably on my notebook. Fanning myself with my other hand, I feel my cheeks heat as if I was lying in the sun at the beach for too long without sunscreen.

The professor hands out her syllabus for the class. “Your assignment for this evening is to write an essay on what you expect to get out of my class. Be as honest as possible in your writing. There are no right or wrong answers. This class is all about freedom of speech and expression. I won’t tolerate hatred, but let’s all try to have an open mind and respect one another.”

As the class comes to an end, I gather up my books and purse. I look around trying to locate Brooklyn, but she left in a hurry leaving me in a daze.

Nikki smiles. “Faith, you should really wear your hair down. You’re gorgeous. I’ll see you Friday.”

Her smile is warm and inviting. “You think? Maybe I will. Thanks. I’ll see you then.”

As the class disperses, I smile at the sexy professor approaching her desk. Her clear blue eyes calm me connecting with mine. Her lip curls up into a beautiful smile. “I bet you’re going to have a lot of stories to share with the class. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not that often I have celebrities in my class.” She winks.

I’m literally dying on the inside wanting to race back to the dorm. I know my roommate, Tara, will be there waiting for me. God, I can’t wait to see her. This class is going to be a struggle with all the unwanted attention, but there is Nikki and of course Brooklyn.

I smile awkwardly at the professor. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m used to it. See you on Friday.”

As soon as I exit the English building my cell buzzes. Glancing down at the screen on my phone, there’s mom’s pic lit up. I sigh and answer. “Hi, Mom!”

“Hey baby girl. How was your first class?”

I squeeze my short nails into my palm trying not to explode. “Okay. The professor seems nice.”

“I wanted to remind you, the gala dinner party is this weekend. I expect you to show up for dinner at The Ritz Seatower on Saturday night.”

I reluctantly respond. “Okay. I can do that.”

“Are there any cute boys in your class?”

“I don’t know, Mom. I didn’t really pay any attention.”

“Well, you need to be social, honey. You need to get out there and date. I don’t know the last time you had a boyfriend. Pretty soon all your friends will be tying the knot, and you will be alone and miserable.”

I want to scream and stamper like a child having a temper tantrum. “Mom, I’m trying to focus on my studies so I can graduate and get a real job and make a life for myself. Don’t worry about my social life. Everything will work out. You have nothing to worry about.”

She pauses on the phone and sighs. “Honey…you know Mr. and Mrs. Jackson from Prince Country Club?”

I cringe. “Yes. Why?”

“They have a son about your age. Oh, he’s so handsome and so smart. I think you both would make a wonderful couple. Could you imagine what your children would look like?  Maybe I can find out his phone number, and you two can get to know each other? I’m sure you would have a lot in common with him.”

Crushing her excitement I interrupt her. “Mom, please. I’m begging you…let me handle my own social life. I’ll see you this weekend.”

Disappointment in her voice resonates in her tone. “Okay, honey. See you then.”

Taking two long deep breaths, I try to calm my nerves as I open the door to meet Tara. I need to decompress and catch up with her. She’s the only one who allows me to vent and makes me feel better about everything.

She almost knocks me over  screaming as I enter our room. “Faith! I missed you so much, chicklet! Get your ass over here!”

She kisses me on the cheek and makes me blush. My mind drifts thinking about Brooklyn. It’s hard to focus. What the hell is happening to me? I’m not into girls? Right?

“So, sit down and tell me everything. I want to hear about your winter break, going home. How’re your folks doing?” She’s talking so fast, she won’t even stop to catch a breath.

I step back taking a look at her. She’s so outgoing and stunning with long curly blond hair and deep chocolate eyes with flecks of orange fire that sparkle under the light. Her body is so perfect she can have anyone. I’m so envious of her.

I smile at her as she releases me from her tight grip. She smells like floral roses mixed with spice. She plops on her bed grabbing me by the arm making me drop my books on the floor.

Waving her hand out, she screams, “Just leave them. Come over here. I want to hear everything!”

I take a seat on her plush bed facing her and giggle. “You’re the one with a life. I’ve basically just been a shadow to my mom’s mayoral events, lavish dinners, and a lifestyle that I never want for myself.”

A look of concern and disappointment appear in her eyes and her full lips pout as she bites down with a look of concern. “I’m sorry, Faith. I know exactly what you need!  You’re going clubbing with me this weekend. We will have so much fun. You need to unwind and let loose girl. All this tension is giving you frown lines on that perfect porcelain face.”

“Oh, I wish I could. I have to attend one of those boring gala dinners on Saturday night.” My eyes descend down and I sigh. “Maybe next weekend. I’m sorry. I would go if I could.”

“Wow, they really do have you under their spell, huh? I’m sorry hun. We need to do something about this. These are the years of our youth. We’re supposed to let go and have fun! We can’t have you in a funk all the time. You’ll wind up with a life full of regret.”

Rubbing my palms on my legs, I know she speaks the truth. “I just don’t know how to break free from their control. It’s so frustrating. And, they want to set me up with every boy in their prestigious group of snobs. I don’t even want to date right now.” Lying to myself. I would do anything to be in love…craving it more than anything. “Well, tell me about you…rock star…How was your vacation?”

Her eyes widen and her hands flip in every direction possible. She loves to communicate with her hands. I swear she’s going to smack me one day when she talks. She couldn’t be more animated if she tried. It’s pretty hysterical to watch her.

“Well, I had a pretty nice time with my folks back home. I hit up some bars, saw old friends, and partied my ass off.”

I grin in jealousy. “I bet you did.”

Running her fingertips through her curly tendrils, she smiles with a grin as wide as can be. “It was fun! I had some pretty hot hookups too.” She has a huge lascivious grin as she scooted her lithe body against the wall. She sinks down into the mattress.

I lean in closer rubbing her shoulder. “What? Don’t leave me hanging! Tell me all about it!”

Raising her eyebrow, she smirks. “What part do you want to know about…hmmm?”

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Tara. I know you’re a wild woman. Come on!”

“Oh, you know I never kiss and tell.”

“Pfft..whatever. Come on. Don’t make me beg! Please tell me!” Pulling my silky locks across my shoulder I twist my fingertips in my strawberry scented hair. I glance around at the clock hanging crooked on the far wall. “Do you want to go out for lunch before our afternoon classes?”

She picks up her cell checking her texts. She smiles wide and giggles, blushing as she shifts her body. “Well, there’s something I want to share with you. It might surprise you.”

She has me so intrigued at this moment. God, I wish I had her life. She’s always happy and lives her life to the fullest never worrying about what others think of her. She lifts up her slender, yet muscular, arm and reveals a gorgeous red and black angel tattoo to me interlaced with a devil.

I scream, “What? You got a tat?”

She smiles licking her lips. “I sure did. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I wish I had the balls to do something like that.”

“Girl, you should do it. Your parents would kill you, but they would get over it! You have to be yourself. What am I going to do with you girl? Come here.”

I lean in to her. She wraps her arms around me, and I inhale her sweet vanilla scent. With concern in her eyes she states, “You seem a little off. Are you sad?”

“Sad?” I glance down studying my short fingernails.

“Yep. You always keep things to yourself. You need to let me in. Open up and say ahhh!”

“I tell you everything.” My voice crackles as I squeal in defense.

“Hmm…sure you do.” She raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.

Diverting attention from myself, I quickly interrogate her to find out her exciting stories she wants to disclose to me. “So, what else is going on?”

She smiles with excitement brewing in her eyes, “Here, let me show you.”

She throws her phone in my lap and smirks bending her knees and sliding her hands up and down the denim fabric. I gasp as I see pics of her making out with a beautiful girl at a club.

“What? I had no idea you were into women…Miss boy crazy.”

“What? Do you have a problem with that? I hope it doesn’t make you feel different about me. Don’t worry I won’t jump you. Unless you want me to?” She pushes my shoulder, teasing me and making me giggle.

“No, I don’t have a problem with it. I’m totally cool with it. Honestly.”

“Are you sure?”

My curiosity piques. “Are you exclusively into girls? When did this happen?” My words race off my tongue. I don’t even recognize my enthusiasm.

“I’m figuring things out. Just having fun. I guess I would consider myself…bisexual.”

“Oh really? So you like boys and girls, huh?”

She smirks. “Yeah, I guess so. I love the hardness and protectiveness of guys and the soft sensual side of women. What about you?”

My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Why is she asking me? I don’t even know what I want. As the words slip off my tongue, I can’t get the image of Brooklyn off my mind. What is wrong with me? “I’m not sure. Guys are cute and all, and girls are well…pretty.” My cheeks burn knowing my blush has to be crimson red by now. Girls. Hmmm. Brooklyn.

She smirks jumping off the bed. “Come on tiger, don’t obsess over it. Let’s get some grub. It’s lunchtime.”

CHAPTER TWO

We slide into a large comfortable booth at our favorite pizza joint downtown. The waitresses are cool with piercings and tattoos lining their arms. It’s really a hip place, and I love the loud rock music. It always puts me in a good mood especially when I’m hanging out with Tara.

One of the regular pretty waitresses comes over and smiles. “The usual, girls?”

Tara screeches. “Yes! Thank you, Jessica.” Her eyes cascade down to Jessica’s full breasts pouring out of her button-up blouse. I pretend not to notice. Of course, I realize in that moment I’m doing the same thing. My eyes are scanning her full breasts like targets at an archery range. I quickly dart my eyes down to the parmesan cheese in the middle of the table. Keep focusing. Don’t look at her breasts!

Our waitress comes back with extra breadsticks piled high, coated with butter and Italian spices. “Enjoy, sexy ladies. I know you both love these.”

Tara whispers, “She’s so damn hot. God, I would so fuck her. Look at those fine breasts and that tight bubble ass. Pow!” Tara licks her lips in lust watching the waitress disappear behind the counter.

I giggle trying to hide the awkward feelings building inside me. “Tara, you’re so dirty.” Yet, I’m really intrigued by her. She’s so confident and knows exactly what she wants. I wish I could say the same for myself.

“Look at her, Faith. You have to admit she’s sexy as hell. God, I would lift up her skirt, yank her panties down to her ankles and slip my hand—”

I feel the burn once again racing to my cheeks interrupting her from going any further before my pale complexion becomes a stop sign. “Yes, she’s pretty.”

She grabs my hand and delicately slides her fingertips up my arm sending tingles of goosebumps bursting across my flesh and my breath catches. I’m frozen unable to move…unable to breathe.

Concern washes over Tara’s beautiful face. “What’s wrong? You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Tara glances over her shoulder quickly nearly giving herself whiplash following my gaze. “Who’s that sexy girl? Whoever she is, she definitely has your attention. Speak to me!”

“It’s just some motorcycle chick in my Creative Writing class.”

“Mmmm. She’s so sexy. Look at those biceps and her tats. Damn I would so fuck her.”

“Tara, really? Is there anyone who you wouldn’t sleep with?”

“What’s her name? Please introduce me! Please! I’ll buy you lunch!”

I immediately get defensive. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t even know her yet. Calm down killer lady.”

“She’s definitely my kind of girl. Strong. Sexy. Confident. I love her short raven hair. Wow she has to be a dyke for sure.”

Tara turns around gazing at Brooklyn. Brooklyn starts walking over to our table. I swear if I could right now, I’d sink down under our table and hope to blend in with the carpet below. Please don’t embarrass me Tara. Please keep walking Brooklyn. Go past us. Oh, God. Please. Don’t stop! No…

She stops dead in her tracks right in front of us with a huge grin on her perfect lips. My heart thrums in my chest. A searing pain surges to my throat. My legs shake uncontrollably.

“Hey, I’m Brooklyn. I think you’re in my Creative Writing class, right?”

I play dumb right away trying not to make it obvious that she has become my new obsession. “Yeah, I think so. You have that awesome motorcycle.” Damn really? Did you just say that out loud? What the hell is wrong with you? Fuck…so much for playing it cool.

She smiles locking her crystal hazel eyes with mine. She throws her hands up revealing her palms as she flexes her biceps. She giggles in her sexy raspy voice. “Guilty as charged.” She shifts her stance.

I glance over at Tara. She’s practically drooling over her. She throws her hand out toward her. “I’m Tara, Faith’s roommate.”

“Nice to meet you.” She shakes Tara’s hand shifting her stance toward me. “Faith. That’s a pretty name.” She winks at me. She extends her hand out to mine, and I bite my lip gazing into her sparkling mysterious eyes. I clench my hand in hers, arresting my breath. Her grip is firm but still soft. It seems like minutes go by as our thumbs remain locked in position, my warm hand in hers, in some kind of awkward trance. My heart thumps hard in my chest. I feel nauseous. Butterflies circle in my tummy uncontrollably. What is wrong with me? I nervously play with my strawberry blond ponytail, wishing my hair was down instead of feeling so bland…so invisible…so myself.

Tara continues licking her lips as if Brooklyn was a piece of pie. “So, Brooklyn…what brings you to our lovely table this afternoon?”

She smiles folding her arms over her flat belly. She places her hand on her hip. Her pupils dilate as she licks her lips while looking at me. My eyes roam over her muscular arms laced in tattoos. I try not to ogle too long. God, she enraptures me. “I was going to ask you if I missed anything in the beginning of class today?”

I smile biting my lower lip nervously, trying not to squeal as I speak. She’s so cool and confident…totally intimidating. She makes me so nervous. This has to be a joke that she’s over here talking to me. It must be because of Tara. They must have some hidden lesbian Gaydar or sexual chemistry or something.

“No, you really didn’t miss too much. It seems like it’s going to be a pretty cool laid back class.”

“I know and Professor, Cane…boy, she’s a fox. Damn.” She smiles.

Nervously I smile and agree. “Yeah, she’s really pretty.”

Tara squirms in her seat and screams. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a hot professor? Damn, maybe I should’ve signed up for Creative Writing with the two of you this semester. I don’t think decrepit Professor Gertrude has much going for her in my Spanish class. Oh well. Maybe I’ll have to change classes and get in on the action.”

Tara grills her some more. “Do you live on campus, Brooklyn?”

Brooklyn shifts her weight to her other leg. “No, my family and I just moved here. We’re in a rental house right now.”

“I know I’ve never seen you before because I would remember a hottie like you.” Tara winks at her leaving me in a pool of sweat, so uncomfortable. Why is she doing this in front of me?

Brooklyn smirks. “I’ll let you ladies be. Thanks, Faith. I’ll see you in class Friday.” She winks and leaves me in a daze unable to think, speak, barely able to breathe.

I wave like a dumbfounded teenager.

Tara grabs my hand down and makes fun of me. “What is wrong with you? Are you twelve? She winked at you and all you did was wave. Damn girl, I’m so jealous of you. She’s so damn fine. She’s so into you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmmm…hell yeah. Were we looking at the same girl? Hello?”

I try to change the subject, still trying to gain my normal breathing back after watching her walk off so sexy and confident, total opposite of me.

She whispers, “Are you sure you don’t have the tiniest teeniest ounce of lesbian in you?”

My cheeks are blazing and tingling as a strong blush permeates my cheeks. “Me? No. I’m not sure. I don’t know.” I sound like a blubbering fool. “She’s nice. That’s all.”

Tara smirks at me with narrow eyes. “Sure, if you say so. Nice? That’s not really the adjective I would use to describe her.”

The waitress returns with a smile collecting our empty plates. “How was everything ladies?”

Tara smiles running her fingertips through her long shiny blond curls being a flirt and a tease like she always is. “It was absolutely delicious. Thank you, Jessica.”

She smiles placing the receipt on the table near Tara before she walks off and glances over her shoulder looking back at my roommate. Their chemistry is undeniable.

Tara throws it at me, “Look, what I got.”

My gaze descends to her hand. Call me some time, beautiful, with a phone number below it. Beside it was an imprint of her red lipstick.

I shake my head. “You’re such a player. You’re so beautiful, Tara. I can see why everyone is attracted to you. I just want to be you.”

“No, you don’t. You’re so silly! Let’s get out of here.”

CHAPTER THREE

Before I go back to the dorm to meet Tara, I take a walk across campus to the library to pick up a few books for our reading assignments this semester. As I’m about to enter the vast glass building, I get a text. Fuck! It’s Mom. The woman never gives me a break. She’s going to cause me to lose my shit.

The fundraiser is going to be a luncheon on Saturday instead of dinner. Please get here early to help me get ready for all the guests. I need my speech printed off and for you to fill out the seating arrangement chart for all the guests attending. There will be plenty of single boys coming. Please make an effort this time darling.

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