A knock on my bedroom door draws our attention much to my relief. “Come in,” I call, and Greg steps through my door with two dresses with plastic covers over them. “Luna Maria asked me to bring these to your room so Gloria and Bren can...” Greg’s words trail off as he focuses on me. “Umm, wow. You look... great?” His words come out as a question and I cringe, touching my hair. “Is it that bad?” I ask. His eyes go wide, and he hurriedly sets the dresses down on my bed before coming to me and grasping my hands. “No, no. That’s not what I meant. It’s just. Am I even allowed to compliment you anymore? I’ve been so comfortable around you for so long, I don’t want to cross any lines. Really, you look breathtaking,” he says and flashes me his familiar smile. “Thanks,” I say and smile at Aria as she appears in the doorway. She smiles back and rolls her eyes. “He worries too much,” she says and walks over to us, wrapping her arms around his waist and standing on he
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