Daxon
I gaped at the woman before composing myself.
“Um, Ms. Levy, so wonderful to meet you!”
“Clarissa Levinson actually,” She informed me as I shook her hand.
“Oh…well I’m Daxon Vaughn. I’m uh…I’ll be marrying your daughter in a month.”
“Yes, so I hear. I’m sorry to cause such a commotion. We haven’t seen each other in so long, I think she’s just a little overwhelmed. Or she’s being dramatic! She was always one for over the top antics.”
“Right,” I breathed. “So I’m guessing Roxanne wasn’t expecting you?”
“No, not at all. Maybe that’s why she’s so faint.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
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I called a limo to come pick us up so that Roxanne could lie down on the way home. Her head rested on my lap. I also had another car bring Clarissa to the house with us. I wasn’t sure Roxanne would want that
