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“I hate you, too” Every tier know the true er knohat the words mean when either of us speaks them, just that they mean a lot

The car door opens I step out, taking Langston’s hand as he guides me down a sidewalk and inside the club

We enter the building with blacked-out s and no sign There is nothing to indicate what takes place inside

“Hello, welcoentleman in a tux asks with an iPad in his hands

“Mr Langston Pearce and Mrs Liesel Pearce Phoenix Brown is who invited us,” I say

Langston practically grohen I spit out his nale hat it does to him when I claim him as my husband

“Welcoames start in thirty minutes I’ll show you to the bar where you can have a drink while you wait”

He leads us down the hallway and stops at an open door “Enjoy yourselves”

We walk hand in hand into the roouests in their s at a piano in the center of the room The bar is on the far side All eyes turn to us as we enter I suspect everyone does this with each new guest, trying to judge the new competition

I roll ston stares the less will not happen

Together alk over to a sood view

A waitress iet you to drink?”

“Two of your finest scotches,” Langston answers

I don’t know if ue I don’t want to appear weak, and I don’t want Langston to think so

“So what do you think this ga to involve?” I ask