Annabelle Marie Schults is mine. Forever. Crossing my arms over my chest, Adam turns to see me. He gets a smile on his face and pretends to hold a microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen…I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Reeves.” He then acts like he drops it and picks up the remote on the coffee table, pointing it at the TV and pulls up his Spotify account. He picks one of his sappy playlists, then “You Are The Reason” by Calum Scott flows from the speakers. The man is as much of a hopeless romantic as he is heartless. Charlotte turns to face me, and I’m already headed toward her. Her eyes drop
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