She's gotten to him too. I hate to admit it but that is what it seems like right now.
But then I suddenly remember Mary's words. 'If she tries to take your man again, will you just hand him over to her with a ribbon around his neck'
No, no I won't. I am sick and tired of handing over my things to her on a silver platter!
No more!
"Dukey dearest," I throw myself into his arms. For a second, I feel him tense up, he's probably shocked. I don't care.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my body firmly upon his own. I have no idea what I am doing but I won't give up without a fight! "My feet hurt, and the dress is getting very uncomfortable now." I say with my face buried inside his chest.
"The pins in my hair are also starting to stab me." I complain further. "I already said goodbye to the senator, so let's just go home already, so I can take off everything."
