Meant to Marry Me
“Bree, these are Monica’s other two bride’s maids. Hannah and Clarice.”
“Hi,” Bree said, shaking both of their hands. They both had the physiques of models, tall and slender, but Hannah’s hair was platinum blonde, and Clarice’s hair was a golden brown.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Hannah said. “Monica played your song for us. It’s lit.”
“Thanks.” Bree smiled. That might be the first time anyone had used that particular compliment to describe her song, but she liked it.
“Totally. Whoever the dude was you wrote it for probably feels like a dick face now that you’re all famous,” Clarice added.
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