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What the hell was Brooke playing at?
She had a ton of clothes—I knew this because I’d helped her to carry the boxes into her apartment when she moved back to Baldwin’s Shore—and this was the best she could do? The idea had been that she’d take Brie to find a more appropriate outfit, something less distracting than a bejewelled wedding dress. So why did the woman look like an extra in a porn movie? Kiki might have been the only girl I had eyes for these days, but I wasn’t f*****g blind. Those breasts must’ve cost Brie a fortune.
And now my darling daughter, the light of my life, the apple of my eye, had offered an admittedly pretty blonde-haired stranger room and board, and I couldn’t veto the idea without disappointing my little girl and looking like an asshole in the process. I
