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“Mr. Richard Junior has arrived, ma’am. He is just pulling up into the garage,” I heard the butler announce as he came into the room but who cares. I didn’t notice the grateful smile Mrs. Numero gave her husband or the combination of glare and scowl my mum kept trained on me nor the slight chuckle on my father’s face knowing how well I appreciate food. I was polite, I carved out only a little portion of the turkey, (I’m not totally ill mannered) and carefully dropped it on my plate.
I could feel his presence the instant he stepped into the room, everyone turned to look at him. I know I said who cares earlier but I would be spending the rest of my life with this man I had never met. I didn’t know if he was ugly, judging from his parents, there was a slight chance of that unless he was adopted. I didn’t know if he was a good man, I knew literally nothing save his name; Richard Junior Numero. His name wasn’t even exactly his, so out of sheer curiosity; I raised my head from my plate and looked up at him. And the only thing I could think was,
‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!’

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