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Be A Girl’s Girl(III)

Author: Ms.Mari
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-18 20:58:02

“Weirdo,” she mutters as she walks out the door.

I rub my face with both hands, pressing my palms into my eyes until spots dance across my vision. No… no, this can’t be a dream. It felt so real.

Argh. I shake my head sharply, trying to shake it off.

Doesn’t matter.

Just have to set up the surprise for him alongside Nelly. Good thing the ‘threesome’ isn’t a dream either.

I jump out of bed, slipping my feet into the fluffy flip-flops. My legs feel a little wobbly, like the dream has drained every ounce of strength from them. I glance at my hand—no ring, of course.

Everything is all set, Nelly says a few hours later, clapping her hands together as she surveys the room. Balloons are tied in clusters, the banner strung up perfectly, and the cake sits on the table with candles ready. She looks satisfied, bouncing on her toes a bit.

Guests start trickling in—friends laughing as they hide behind furniture or squeeze into corners, whispering excitedly. I help direct a couple of them, forcing s
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