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âHand over the planning to our mothers? Are you crazy?â Derek slumped onto the couch cushion beside Zarina, a small smirk playing on his lips. â You canât even imagine the âŚ. frill that would ensue. Weâd probably both be dressed to the nines, the elevens even, in whatever the most despicable shade of pink is. Maybe pepto bismol ? â With a matching sigh, he slid down to rest his head on her lap. â You always look ravishing, babe. Even in pepto bismol. Frankly, my mother has been more concerned about my presentation this morning than pestering me with anything else. Hey, how do you feel about takeout? Or even better, delivery. â
âLiterally nothing would make me happier than having food come to us right now,â Zarina chuckled as she grabbed her phone with one hand and ran the other through his hair. âOk, Iâm not wearing pink, but it would almost be worth it to not have to sit between them as they say what they know is the best option. Almost, not entirely. Iâll put up with it and just get Darcy to help me pick out a heart-stopping dress,â she winked. âIâm thinking Thai? I can order it off the app. Howâd the presentation go anyways? Iâm sure you knocked it out of the park as always.â














