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The Wedding Party[III]
DYLAN EMERTON
"It's late and it must waste us all from the trip. Why don't we have a good night's recess, then prepare for the wedding tomorrow?"Mrs Renée proposed. Her husband didn't take an appreciation to it, giving a shrewd look at his daughter and Boy. Friend. Oh, the weekend drama."Yes, I think that's a decent idea"My mother agreed, elbowing dad to join her in—which he did."Camilla, I got you a dress for the wedding since I wasn't sure if you packed any. It's on your bed. As for your boyfriend..."Her distortion at the very mention is enough to put comedians out of their business. I could double over in laughter, but I have a suspicion there's more to come."That's fine. He can book his room."Camilla tries to keep a straight face, but with her dad's grunt and mombling words along the line of "damn straight, he can" I have to bite my lip not to cackle."Or they could stay together? Save the cost"The hu
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