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"Theo's got the look. You know the one...glassy-eyed, shoulders slumped, like he's regretting every single life choice that led him here. Spill it, man. Cold feet about being mated with Mr. Fairchild? Did he propose with a diamond the size of a yacht and now you're realizing you might be allergic to luxury?"
Jessie snorted, elbowing him in the ribs as she poured herself a mug.
"Shut up, Miles." She said.
I forced a nervous laugh that sounded more like a hiccup than anything else, waving them off while clutching my mug like it could save me from embarrassment.
"Ha, nah, it's not like that. Just… bad sushi last night. My stomach's doing somersaults. You know how it is."
