At dinner time, the staff said Donald and Diana had booked a private room at some hillside hotel and expected everyone there.Sasha opened her mouth to bail, but Mira yanked her into the back seat before she could get a word out.The whole drive, Mira kept talking, and Vincent just played along—every word."Vincent, after we get married, can we honeymoon in Eurphie? I wanna see the aurora, hit up fashion week, all of it. You'll have to take, like, a million pics of me. I want your phone, laptop, tablet—everything—set to my selfies. No repeats.""Deal," Vincent said. "I'll even hire a few pros to sharpen my skills. Gonna catch you at your best, print every shot, hang 'em in my office and study. That way, anytime I miss you, I just look up.""Then don't back out later. When we have kids, we'll flip through those albums with them. Hey, how many do you want? If it's a boy, he should totally look like you—tall and hot. But if it's a girl, she better take after me..."They kept going,
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