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“I love your dress,” Marist said to Emery

“Thank you” She gave Marist a once-over “And I still love your hair color”

Because Marist’s hair was a dark green, and Emery had been fascinated with it when they met at the aard family dinner last month

“This is going to be great when Dad gets here with Sophia,” Royce said with heavy sarcasm “Not at all uncomfortable”

He was right, but I tossed a hand up “What’s he supposed to do? He can’t not come”

“Hey, re”

I gave my brother a pointed look “You knohy”

I’d pulled Royce aside teeks ago, told him I’d been approached by Wayne about the vacant seat, and asked hiet hi black and pushy personality, Royce believed thewould solve my problem and Wayne would leave me alone

“Hoas your lunch?” I asked him

He returned ine hoas”

When an to arrive and fill up the tent, the volume of conversations rose above the o find Tiffany?”

She gazed up at me and her shoulders lifted with a preparatory breath “Yup”

Tiffany Lambert looked a lot like her older sister She had the same honey-brown hair and heart shaped face, but she seeetic than Jillian, probably because she didn’t have as much pressure on her shoulders

I wondered if people thought the same when they compared me to Royce

We found her standing near the bar station surrounded by friends, and I ent to discuss She nodded, excused herself, and came over

“Hey, what’s up?” Her curious gaze went fronize