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“I can’t handle all this work and then no wedding, not like last time.”
“Ugh, so horrible,” Cleo replied. “I still have the seating chart for it, even three years later. It feels kinda haunted.”
“Well if all goes well, you can finally throw that thing in the trash,” Jade said mockingly. “Or better, yet burn it!”
“A sacrifice to the gods of marriage!” Cleo threw her hands up in reverence to a higher power.
“Fingers crossed they keep a close eye on the bride for the next few days, at least until after the wedding,” Jade said.