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Jared
I squeeze Angelina’s hand as we walk up the drive to her parents’ house for their cocktail party. Angelina didn’t want to go at all. I think she wanted to punish her parents for not accepting me, but I insisted she go.
She insisted on bringing me. I guess it’s her f**k you to her parents. But I put on a button down shirt and a pair of khakis and did my best to look respectable. Angelina’s my girl. I’m going to have to figure out how to get along with her parents. Because I’m not going to have my girl go through her life with discomfort and tension over her choice of partners.
She pushes the door open without knocking and we go in. The place is huge and nicely appointed. Very foothills. Pretty sure I can smell a pool out back. Angelina tugs me toward the kitchen where there’s a
