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Sutton
“Sutton, stop making that face,” Morgan said the next day as I lounged in the private jet.
“What face?”
“That I’m-so-gloriously-happy face. The young love and happy times and angels singing.”
I tried to frown, failing miserably as the corners of my lips turned up again. “I can’t help it.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. “It’s so disgusting.”
“What is?” Heidi asked, bouncing from foot to foot as her blonde ponytail flounced behind her.
“All the love in the air.”
Heidi grinned broadly. “I think it’s great! Everyone is so happy. You’re happy, Mor!”
“Ugh! Where are Emery and Julia? They’ll be cynical with me.”
“Emery is going to be married in a couple of weeks. I don’t think she’s cynical about this bachelorette party,” I reminded her.
“I didn’t even get all the d***s I brought c
