![]() ![]() “Nope,” Abi huffs, plopping down on the newer, decidedly fluffier, and much more comfortable couch. “You’ve never told her?” I ask Abi, wide-eyed. “What’s wrong with frogs? I mean, they’re not cute, but… it’s just a candy dish. It is a frog.”Ĭourtney looks from Abi to me, then back to Abi. ![]() As if talking to a child, I tell her, “Very good, Abs. ![]() But not yet because it’s too fun to tease her. To our home.Ībi’s confused at some of my décor choices, and I guess I have to explain. I didn’t mind being squeezed in next to him, but it’s even better to be home. But it did mean bringing in some workers, which meant for the past week, Ross and I have been crashing at the family mansion, using his old bedroom and trying not to get underfoot too much. It’s not all that new, I’ve only added a few touches here and there. I nod, grinning around the rim of my glass of iced tea as Abi and Courtney finish their ‘inspection tour’ of the ‘new’ penthouse. ![]()
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