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“It’s a long story” She sighed

I walked to the wet bar “I like long stories” It was a hell of a lie I barely had patience to read texts But if this girl had so to say, I wanted to hear it

I ruh the liquor cabinet and revealed a bottle of vodka “Drink?” I offered

Kennedy nodded “Yes, please”

I poured one for each of us and sat on the edge of the chaise, allowing room for her body to slide next to mine

“Are you friends with the Castilles?” I asked I’d never seen her before I’d res like hers When she sat the hehs I wondered if she was the kind of girl who ran miles with a personal trainer to have a body like that Or was she naturally a knockout

She shook her head “No Or yes? I’m not sure”

I chuckled “What does that mean?”

She blushed, pressing the glass to her lips Fuck They were full and lush “It o I don’t know anyone I’ve uess that’s not entirely true, but not anyone here My father isn’t feeling well tonight, or he would have been here I’ the faave ‘Kennedy you must represent the family name’,” she mimicked her father with a decent baritone voice

“Ahh A new fa”

“Is it that unusual?”

“This is New Orleans Everything is unusual”

She laughed It was light and airy For a second, it opened sohter pried apart some

thing I thought was sealed with darkness

“What about you? Bride or groos you to the party?”