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Memphis was the spotlight, her face so beautiful I struggled to tear my eyes away. She looked up at me while I smiled down at her. The only one actually looking at the camera was Drake.
“I love you.” I pressed a hand to my heart. “I love you.”
Memphis was mine. Drake was mine. A Christmas proposal was cliché as hell, and I didn’t give two fucks.
Knox was Drake’s father. In all of the important parts of that label, Knox was Drake’s dad.