“Do we get to have a wedding?” she questioned, making me smirk at the way her face lit up. “Whatever you want, remember?” I reminded her of what I’d told her last night. She suggested, “A small ceremony on the beach.” “A small ceremony on the beach it is.” I held up my hands in surrender. “Anything else?” “One more thing.” She held up her pointer finger. “Yes?” I asked intrigued. “I need someone to walk me down the aisle.” She giggled. “I got you!” Meechie’s voice thundered through the phone. “Just tell us what to wear and me and Polo are there!” he shouted, making Monroe burst into laughter.
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