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McKayla
Two days later, the weekend seemed to come by fast, bringing on more anxiety that the wedding to Savio was really happening. I came out of the guest room and thought about needing to speak with Savio about our living situation once the wedding was done. Would I have to sleep with him? What about my apartment? Dressed in a halter top and shorts, I went to the kitchen and saw Marilyn talking with Enzo.
“Hi Marilyn. Enzo, is Savio already gone?” Marilyn smiled back at me.
“Good morning, McKayla. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”
“I did.” I picked up a piece of toast and some bacon.
“Savio went to the office,” Enzo replied and grabbed the glass of orange juice sitting across from me.
“He works every day?”
“The boss is important.”
“Did he tell you I’m going shopping today?
