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She seemed uninterested but I don’t care. I grabbed her hand and put the card on it. My smile is not fading while waiting for her reaction. “A calling card?! What would I do with this?!” Fauna gave me a questioning look. “Well, I just thought that it is time for you to move on from your good for nothing ex-boyfriend. And that calling card will help you. I can assure that the owner of that card is not an asshole. You can find your new love in him!” I explained at her. I am so excited that I can’t stop giggling in my seat.

My dear husband, Look. I made your red-velvet pastries and it's not 12 A.M yet. So, I am giving you these before the new year. Now please release Sandreo. Please:( Besides, I made it in the way you love. So happy eating! —Your wifey. XD I could imagine her smile while she wrote that letter. Her cute smile, which she always had on her face. How could someone never get turned on with that? "Leader?" Maya's voice brought me out of the reverie.

We shouldn't keep things blurred. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, then let his fingers linger on my earlobe. "I had a pair of earrings custom-made recently. You'd look stunning in them." I'd always been able to handle Raphael, but with Tom, I was off balance. "If we ignore the fact you're married," he murmured, "you really feel nothing for me?" A thunderclap couldn't have stunned me more. I stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted.

My pondering was interrupted by a buzz from my phone. Seeing Karl's name on the notification, I broke into another wide, goofy smile. I felt like a lovesick teenager every time I heard from him. Opening the message, I felt those familiar butterflies at his sweet words: "Good morning, my beautiful wife! You can't imagine how eager I am to see you in your stunning white dress later. I can hardly wait to finally call you mine forever. All my love, your one and only."

Nova jumps up, her eyes wide. "Ooh, someone’s been busy," she teases, her eyebrows wiggling. "Open the card! Open it!" My hands shake a little as I pull the small card from the envelope. The handwriting is bold and elegant, unmistakably Norman’s. To the beginnings of our life together. I’m not going anywhere. — N. I feel the heat rush to my face. I can’t help it, a massive, giddy blush spreads across my cheeks as I stare at the words. He meant it. He really meant every word he said last night.

My Jill ❤️ "Hi, Babes!" "Are you still busy? I’ll just commute home." Arrienne’s voice came through. "No. I’m leaving now too. See you at the basement." "Okay." I gathered my things. But before leaving, I glanced at the cartolina one more time. This is what I had written earlier: _______________________________________________________________ My Wife Jill, You know I love you so much. And I am very lucky to have your love. Your Husband, Tommy _______________________________________________________________

"I was supposed to attach it to the order I was going to make at the restaurant." Maria's eyes widened as Alejandro handed her the card. It was a small, pink envelope with her name written on it in his messy handwriting. She opened it, her heart racing with anticipation. Inside, she found a small note that read: [Maria, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. I love you more than words can express. Will you be my girlfriend?] Maria's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at Alejandro, her heart overflowing with emotion. One would think they were exclusive but they weren't, they had only enjoyed each other's company while working at the estate, kissing, fucking, even saying I

" How about I hug you or... I give you my credit card huh? " " Fine, I'll take your credit card " I stand up to my feet, quickly ipek is chicks before running up the stairs. I make my way to the room fast I put on my best spaghetti and a bomb shot and run out. Only to meet #bestfriend number two and the sea beside Remy laughing, talking and talking. I roll my eyes as I sit beside Remi on the left side. I even wonder if Aria has a crush on Remy even if she does she is so good at hiding it

I smirked. "What?" she asked curiously. Her cheeks were flushing. I was imagining how sassy she'll be if I let her moan with pleasure in my bed. "Here..." I handed her the note. "A paper?" "No. It's a flower. Because I'm courting you, so you’ll choose me instead of Fiore..." I confessed boldly. "Of course, it's a piece of paper. What else do you see?"

80- “EPILOGUE.” Camilla Castello. ‘Can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle. Happy wedding day, My Queen.’ A smile made its way on my face as I read the message he had attached to the flowers he had delivered to my room while I was getting ready for our big day. And as I plucked the perfectly settled card in between the flowers, a wave of déjà vu hit me as I am reminded of our wedding ten years ago, the wedding that never took place.