The Mafia Queen's Bethroted
“Julian, for the last time I have work. You know, that thing people do to afford food?”
“Pretty please."
“No."
“But what if your soulmate’s there?”
“Then God’s got a weird sense of humor.”
He laughed. “Okay, okay, what if I promise, no pressure. No party games, no people dragging you into dance battles. You just show up, eat some cake, judge everyone, and leave.”
“You say that now. Then someone’s gonna hand me a red cup and start yelling ‘CHUG CHUG CHUG’”
“Stanley, you're the only man I know who reads 18th-century poetry for fun. You need this.”
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