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(Not this time. I won't let her mess stuff up right now.) "I was really getting my hopes up." He grinned, looking around. "But yeah, you look...
(Be smooth, Francis. BE SMOOTH.) He laughed lightly, putting his hands in his pockets. "Not half bad? That might be one of the nicest compliments...
"I'm fine. You look," he paused, thinking of many different words he could use. "Stunning."
He stared for a moment, before looking down. "Yeah. Let's hope this goes well."
Francis opened the door, brushing off imaginary dirt before stepping out. He looked around before his eyes rested on Poppy. He was still and quiet...
Francis pulled the suit over the dress shirt and vest. He adjusted the gold the clip before perfecting his hair with a comb. He decided not to...
(Skiperoni! I don't really wear a lot of skirts or dresses cause I'm self conscious and stuff, but I totally would if I didn't care about what...
"No, it's quite alright. It was a conversation that needed to happen. But now, I think I'm going to take a shower and get ready for that dinner."...
"No, it's alright. She's not... Ugh." He looked sick from talking about this. "She isn't the best person."
"Not really," he admitted. "I just found my ex-fiancee only to realize that the relationship is unhealthy."
Francis instinctively reached out and grabbed her arm. "I think it's going to take a long time before were happy with each other." He paused,...
"I don't... I don't know if she is the best person to trust. There's a lot of questionable things she had done during our previous relationship."...
His eyebrows furrowed, and the door creaked during his silence. "If she was so unhappy with me, then why is she back? Why is she back here with...
He crossed his arms in thought. "You don't know what I did though. I rarely spent any time with her, I was distant, cold." He sighed. "I assure...
He nodded. "Yes, but it was my fault for not paying enough attention. If I had really cared, then it wouldn't have happened."
He shrugged, opening the door further. "I'm not sure. It usually is, because of my 'unfaithfulness'." He said the last word with disdain.
Francis shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. She's just- ugh." He laughed nervously. "She's like that. A handful. But it's probably my fault, so I...
He opened the door a crack, his eyes dark as he looked out. His hands gripped the door tight, and there was a frown on his face. "I don't know,...
Francis sighed, leaning against the door. "I need time here alone, too think about this. If you would excuse me," he said, lightly closing the...
Francis hadn't noticed the box in his frustration, as he paced the floor. He stopped at the sound of Vivienne's voice. Slowly opening the door, he...
