111- But In My Defense, I Have Poor Impulse Control

OZ

“I heard something about your future husband and party planning. Are we preparing for a wedding?” Raylah asks brightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. Kacia doesn’t miss a beat. She lets out a dramatic sigh, pressing her hand to her chest as if she’s mourning.

“Sadly, no. We’re not.” She answe...

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