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Meanwhile, in the bakery…
“Congratulations, Anas!” I shrieked out loud, happy for my friend. She’s now a fiancée. “I’m so happy for you. We have to prepare for a Mexican wedding, huh?” I teased her.
“Of course, Deme!” Anastasia’s laughter bubbled through the line, rich with joy. “You won’t believe what he did. Oh my God, it was perfect. Like out of a telenovela.”
I leaned forward in my chair, already grinning. “Spill! Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Okay, okay.” She took a deep breath, but her voice shook with excitement. “So, we went out to dinner Saturday night, you know, our favorite rooftop spot in downtown? I thought it was just a normal date. But when we got there, the place was filled with candles, music, the whole thing. And then,” she squealed, “my parents walked in!”
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