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I frown “But why?”

He gets out of the truck and laughs “You’ll see”

Fucking Christ, what did I get myself into?

We walk inside the house and it’s suspiciously quiet “Seriously, Brody What the fuck is going on?”

Before he can answer, Charlee appears at the top of the stairs right off the entryway I’ chocolate hair is curled into soft waves and she’s wearing a siant cream-colored dress that falls to her ankles She never wearsso now, but her eyes are smoky, in that understated sex kitten kind of way

“Hi, Drew”

“Uhhi” Real smooth, asshole

Brody slaps me on the back “I’ll leave you two alone Charlee, I’ll be out back with the others”

She smiles at him “Thanks, B”

Charlee descends the staircase and takes ”

“What’s going on, Charlee?”

She nods toward the back of the house “It’d probably be easier if I showed you” She leads me into their den which doesn’t look any different from the last ti into the backyard, I amend my previous statement That part looks very different

I nod to the rows of white chairs set out on the lawn “What is this?”

Charlee shrugs “I did a thing”

The folding chairs are split down the ola that’s covered in flowers Our fa to look casual but it’s pretty obvious they’re here for so