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Where the hell was Brandy! Coco entered the back of the SUV and changed her costume. She carefully cleaned her make up, and changed her perfume. She put on a simple evening gown with sandals. She came down from the SUV and dailed her phone. "You'll see me there in thirty minutes." As Coco set out to leave, Chief Onapuruagu ran his fingers through her mass jet of curly hair. "I see someone came to the costume party, cloned as the beautiful Coco Kaave, of Dirty South." There was a smile in the tone of Chief Onapuruagu's voice.

After a long while, Linda realized that Katie seemed to have calmed down a bit and said, "Katie, I need to tell you something." "Go on," Katie replied. "Do you remember your role in 'South of South Mountain’?" Linda asked. Just mentioning this was enough to set Katie off, and her emotions became even more explosive. "What about it?" she asked. "Someone has been cast for the role," Linda informed her. Katie tightened her grip on her cup. "Who is it?" Linda cautiously observed her facial expression and said, "I just received the news this morning. Wade personally chose her, and they say her name is... Charlotte Wallace."

10 When dinner was brought to the private rooms of the Master of the castle the three young women who did saw the couple on the back deck, they were wrapped up together deep in conversation to which none of them could hear. They glare at the woman who had just shown up with no warning, while their eyes rested on their lord the six of them softened. “I know what we have to do.“, one whispered. “What is that?“, the smallest of them asked. “A Yosei.“, the first young girl said.

"That's not a wise thing to do, wrong timing... insensitive." "Chief Onapuruagu and Chief Kaave aren't the only owners of a yacht in Dirty South." With her heartbeat jumping into double time, Georgianna stared at Larissa. "This one belongs to a big shot in Dirty South." "You're really living the life hunie, and you deserve it. Goodbye to trenches, bestie." Hell, she was smiling now. Georgianna hated fretting but couldn't help herself, emptying another glass of wine, she dropped the glass. "That's what you get when your surname ends with Kaave."

The interviewer, a sleek woman named Lydia with teeth too white to be real, leaned forward. “Ready?” she asked sweetly. “Let’s get this over with,” Cassian muttered, heading to his seat. “Great!” Lydia chirped, clapping once. “We’re live in three… two…” "Good evening, Southern Legacy,” the lady began. “Tonight, we have an exclusive interview with one of Georgia's most talked about couples, Cassian Thornwell and his new wife, Belle Thornwell. Thank you for joining us." "A pleasure to meet you," I replied.