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Greyson and Jenna walked into the house together. She felt like a balloon that had leaked its helium and was left on the ground, withered and saggy.
“Jenna!” Mya bounded over to them. “It’s about time you got here.” She gave Greyson a quick hug before snatching Jenna’s hand and leading her to the great room. “I can’t wait for you to see all the clothes we picked out.”
“We?” Greyson questioned, following behind.
“Frankie and Mark helped.”
“Ah. I was wondering how you managed such a quick shopping trip.”
“Stop teasing,” she said. “It was a monumental task, and they wanted to tag along. It worked out perfectly.”
Jenna, for the first time in Mya’s company, felt nervous. “Who are Frankie and Mark?” she asked.
“Really good friends,” Mya said. “You’ll love them. They’re chapel owners,”
