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Rachel After my shower, I put on an Adele-based playlist and smoothed lightly scented lotion over my body. Evan had graciously paid for new lingerie for our engagement party as well, though he didn’t know it. I’d decided it was critical to wear something pretty under such a fine gown. So I slipped on the black silk thong and custom-fitted b*a with a Swarovski crystal winking between my breasts. The past two weeks at work had gone by in a blur. We’d announced our engagement to the office mostly to stunned silence, and a few halfhearted congratulations. Our news had certainly taken people by surprise. Mostly because as far as everyone knew, we’d never even dated (which was accurate), and now here we were announcing our engagement. But Evan had been as polite and professional as ever at wo