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ARIANA'S POV.
Sunny gave a bored expression, as I smiled at Miguel, and my fists curled, thinking of Luke again.
Fine, he hadn't known from the beginning, but that didn't erase what he did, and when he finally knew, what did he do? He tried to buy me off with a contest, spending and wasting money, thinking it would erase the fact that he'd literally ruined my whole life.
"So, what's the first thing we're doing?" Miguel asked Sunny, and Sunny rolled his eyes, getting to his feet.
"Okay, okayyy. First, how old is your geezer?" Sunny asked, retaking his place at the desk, and opening his laptop. I grabbed a chair, and Miguel jumped off the bed, doing the same. We sat on both sides of Sunny, peering at what he was doing. "I asked a question, lady."
"What?"
"How old is your geezer?" He rephrased himself.
"Geezer?" I asked.
"Luke." Miguel said.
"Oh, he's twenty-six." I replied.
