Lola - on Sunday, the 2nd
“No, Damien, I’ll wake her. You set the table, and don’t give me that look,” Gio says in a hushed tone.
I wake up to playful arguing and know I’m safe. Still lying across Justine comfortably from last night. I keep my eyes closed, listening to the sweet banter.
“Markum, get her clothes set up. No, not that, something cute and easy. Now, Justine, you lay like a goddess holding our beautiful strawberry,” Gio says sweetly.
I feel him peppering kisses along my arm while Justine embraces me. Barely peeking my eyes, I see Damien’s setting up the table with a c****d brow. At the same time, Markum sets out my clothes with a happy grin.
“I think Gio got our jobs wrong. You don’t know how to pick out your clothes. Let alone hers,” Damien protests to Markum.
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