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One month later

Life is going. That's all I can say to describe it. Two more months until I marry a man whore. One more month until my birthday. One more week until we make final calls for the wedding. One more hour until I have my wedding dress fitting. I still don't have one but I really don't care at this point. For most girls a wedding is what they dreamed of. To have the perfect dress and the perfect man. I did dream of it, I'm not going to lie, but I'm not marrying the perfect man. So why get excited about finding the perfect dress when he won't care.

Kay, mom, Mrs. Bailey and Tessa are coming. Tessa managed to convince her parents to stay in New York, I helped a little. I offered her a position at my office. Mom says she may be getting her an agent soon to become a model. I invited Grayson, you always need the gay/bi guy friend when you pick out your dress. Except the boys planned their tuxedo fittings today as well.

"Let's go wife-to-be!