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Denis and Keisha finally arrived, and Mara greeted them with a warm smile. They came bearing bottles—both alcoholic and non-alcoholic wine. Mara took the drinks and set them on the kitchen counter, chatting lightly with Keisha as she arranged them.
“There was traffic on the main road,” Denis said as he stepped into the dining area. “A truck overturned near the repair site. Caused quite a bit of damage.”
I shook my head. “Reckless.”
We settled at the dining table and tucked into the food. I was honestly surprised at how well everything had come together—flavourful, comforting, and deeply satisfying. For a bunch of amateurs, we’d pulled off a proper feast.
When we were done, the women retreated to Tiffany’s room to play with baby Emma.
“They definitely had s*x,” Mara linked me t
