Vincent POV
Finally Miranda and I were done with the selection and I still couldn't get the bluff and brusque form out of my head. I could even imagine her words in my head and as each second ticked by I felt so eager to meet her in real life.
"Miranda I want you to make sure that this particular form gets chosen!" I pointed out with the envelope at the tip of my fingers.
From the looks of it, it wasn't even carefully kept like the rest which looked like it had never been tampered with and yet it has the answer to each and every question. This particular form in my hand looks folded and didn't look like it was well taken care of.
"Why should I do that brother?" She squinted.
"Because I said so!" I retorted with a playful wink on my face hoping that would stop her from being curious
