Mr.Wrong
“I am calling it. We have tried half the store, and I am exhausted.”
Owen looked like he was about to protest, but then he sighed. “Fine, I guess we can stop torture for now.”
“Torturing? This was pure entertainment for you,” I said, pulling off the last ridiculous outfit and slipping back into my regular clothes.
“You have to admit, it was pretty fun,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin. “But it was not just for me. You were smiling. A lot.”
I paused, realising he was right. As crazy as the whole thing had been, I had been smiling. Laughing, even. More than I had in a long time.
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