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Scott — We're back in New York pt 2
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2025-03-19 05:20:41The idea was so outrageous, I threw my head back and laughed.
"That's ridiculous. You're here to help me design her engagement ring. Our one year anniversary is in two weeks, at which point I will propose. Why would you—" Before I could finish, one of my charming bodyguards walked into the room and said, "Delivery" then handed me a key right before my phone dinged. That was some fucking timing. All eyes in the room went to me. Fucking fantastic. Had things really gone this far? "What's the key for?" Willow asked suspiciously. "I don't know," I lied, taking my phone out of my pocket. I lived for these texts. They brightened my day every time. When her name showed up on my screen with an address to meet her at, I couldn't help but smile. "Who is it from?" a determined Kenny asked. How would I even begin to explain the situation I found myself in three weeks ago to them?
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