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âItâs a wedding, I have to look nice,â Ximena shouted over her shoulder as she finished zipping up the back of her dress. âSheâs become one of those brides that you see on TV about how crazy they get about every little detail but as if itâs any consolation to me, Iâm making the dress so I have to be there.â Her frustrations were let go on the person with her, even if they didnât want to hear it. âThis one or the one in yellow?âÂ
âUh huh.â Victor was sprawled out on Ximenaâs bed, pillow pressed over his face to shield his eyes away while she changed. He was more than aware of how crazy the bride in question had become, hearing every detail (multiple times) from Ximena, but truthfully, he didnât mind listening. It took his mind off his own stress, reminded him he wasnât the only roommate struggling, that there were bigger problems than loads of Instagram DMâs and unflattering Just Jared (Just Jared!!!) photos being posted. When it was clear it was time for his opinion, the pillow was removed from his face and he propped himself up to get a good look at her. It was pointless, considering it was Ximena, and she looked good in everything, but he could at least attempt to help. â...which one do you like?â










