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Derrick put me on my feet once we were inside the bungalow. Nicki gave us a quick tour. The bungalow was set up like a studio apartment. There was a small kitchen and dining area, a little living room, and a bedroom set behind a partial dividing wall. Off to the side was a walk-in closet and a bathroom. She then gave us each a quick hug before heading to the door. We stood there, seeing her off despite our eagerness for each other. “I’ll see you both at Sunday dinner. Even if you aren’t telling Mom and Dad yet, you need to bring her. You know Mama will be pissed if she finds out you made Emmalyn family, then didn’t bring her to dinner. I think that’ll make her madder than missing out on a wedding.” Nicki said from the doorway. “I know, Nick. I got it. You need to go now.” Derrick to