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My future husband was devastation poured into a suit.
Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
Fuck revenge being a dish best served cold; my motto has always been strike fast, strike hard, and strike true.
It was clear Dante Russo was Satan in a nice suit.
“You gave me a black Amex, I used it,” Vivian said with an elegant shrug. “What can I say? I like flowers. And shoes.”

