Marriage mates

The matchmaker 2

Sandy walked down to where Merry sat alone, checking contents on her phone. Merry wore a yellow top, jeans shorts that were tight and smart; her sexy, long hair was very open and crossed. Sandy sat beside her; she was dressing her hair and making sure she looked good. "What are you doing?" Merry began. "There's someone I want you to meet," Sandy replied. "Argh, Sandy, I thought we were done with compulsive matchmaking skills," Merry retorted. "You're here alone, he's here alone; I think it's a sign from Cupid." "Sandy, stop. I didn't come here to meet anyone." "Sip and paint at 8 o'clock," Sandy said. "Alright, fine. Sign me up," Merry replied. "Good girl. I'll be right back," Sandy said, chuckling.

It was a beautiful morning; the sunset complemented it. Jean rose up from sleep, made a few phone calls, and finally prepared for the Sip and paint. He went to the bathroom, took his bath, put on his clothes—he wore a simple shirt and black pants—and rolled up his sleeves. Yes, he looked good. Last but not least, he put on his cologne. Jean stepped out of his apartment looking hot.

Meanwhile, Merry was so nervous; she kept changing her clothes, looking for the best. She finally picked a long red dress that had a split; the dress put an emphasis on her curves, and the cutting of the dress complemented her cleavage—it was a wow. She was finally ready for the event. She stepped out.

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