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" But it's my dad who truly saves me.
He doesn't even put his fork down, make a face, break a sweat, or throw things ... all things I've done in the last several seconds since Emily walked up and nuclear bombed my life.
But Dad is the cloth we're all cut from and has perfected his skills around boardroom tables we can only dream of one day sitting at, so he coldly demands, "Are you quite finished now, young lady? I was rather enjoying a quiet dinner of celebration with my family before you came up and started spewing your venom all over my chicken marsala. It's obvious you are no friend of Abi's, and therefore, no friend of mine." He makes a shooing motion with his fork, a bit of sauce slinging on Emily's white dress too. "Leave us alone so we can continue to celebrate her good fortune as an artist and as a new bride. And you can go back to enjoying a night away from your new husband too." Dad glances at the table of women who are sitting straight and slack-jawed now. "I'm sure your husband is particularly enjoying the evening away from you."
Whoa! Dad is ... stone-cold brutal. I'm really glad he's on my team. "
― Lauren Landish , My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon
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" When this all goes to shit and my best friend rightfully punches me the fuck out, takes my company, and kicks me out of his life, I'm going to remember this moment right here. The moment it all seems worth it."
Her lips start to lift, and I tell myself that I'm doing the right thing. The right thing for me, for once in my damn life.
"With you standing in front of me, back straight, fire in your eyes, hair a mess from my hands, and that ring on your finger. When that happens, help me remember, okay?"
Courtney nods, licking her lips and moving into my space. She presses me into the counter with her body, bare tits pressed to my chest and hope in her eyes.
Hope for me. For us.
And it's beautiful and sweet and all I ever wanted.
"It'll be okay, Kaede. It'll be finer than fine, I promise."
Sure, it will. I nod, even though I don't believe her. I'm only risking ... everything. Court might lose some face, and yeah, Ross will be mad at her. But she's his sister. He'll forgive her.
But he legit might kill me.
I kiss her anyway, signing my own death certificate. "
― Lauren Landish , My Big Fat Fake Engagement