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I didn’t even get to pack my suitcase. 

Ronan insisted he had a better idea about what I should wear for our week-long honeymoon. I worried there wouldn’t be much in the way of clothing. 

“Be downstairs in five minutes, Bowen!” Ronan called. “We’re running late.”

“Okay darling!” I responded. 

“And make sure your hair is down, I like it better that way!”

“Yes my love!”

I grumbled as I yanked the scrunchie out of my hair and watched as my curls tumbled down. Ewan liked my hair down better too, but he would have never told me how to wear it. 

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