AriaI dragged my luggage with me, stepping into Wayne’s house.“It’s a weekend trip, Aria. Why do you need to pack this much?” Wayne’s voice called out as he walked down the stairs.“Says the man with a box as big as mine,” I smirked.He chuckled, walking toward me. “You look beautiful, as always,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me gently. I was wearing a butter-yellow mini dress with a flowy skirt that breezed past my knees, featuring thin spaghetti straps and a low, open back. I let my hair down, with black shades resting on my head.He was dressed in a fitted black polo shirt tucked neatly into wide-leg, high-waisted trousers, finished with a black belt and dark dress shoes. We were matching.“I could say the same for you,” I told him, grinning. Wayne pulled back.“Well, we should leave,” he said, taking my box. I smiled, walking after him with my brown heels clicking on the floor. He put our bags in the back seat, and we got in.“Where are we heading?” I asked,
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