(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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A/N: Lol the last chapter was a joke. Y'all thought it was smart to test me during a live. This chapter is dedicated to ghostaccountt lol. Thanks for collecting Pasta Bitches against my enemy. Oh and btw.
Stop calling me Lettuce Peasant, you PASTA BITCH.
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"I heard from the guides for the other, eh, high profile guests that the meeting won't take more than twenty minutes. You could order something to eat if you'd like, but a minister is a busy man. He's meeting with three more guests tonight," our guide explains.
I can hear a bit of an accent from the short Arabic man, but for the most part, he's quite clear in what he says and explains. When meeting Xavier and me at the airport, he was nothing short of a nervous wreck, but after introducing himself to us and us all getting into the limo, he's relaxed somewhat.
"Nasir you said your name was?" Xavier asks to check.
"Yes, Sir," he answers. I'm pretty sure Nasir is older than us by quite a few years, but when you're meeting people in the line of work that my husband and I are in... Showing even a second of disrespect might mean certain death. No matter the age difference.
I go to lean a little against Xavier from where we're sitting on the leather seats. "Tell me, Nasir, what kind of man is the Minister of Foreign affairs?" I ask.
Nasir looks a bit nervous for a moment - pulling at his collar as though to breathe a little better. He looks at the man accompanying him before going back to looking at us. "He's a very strict man who gets straight to the point. He's kind to most, but I suggest you let your husband talk when you meet with Mister Salah," Nasir explains carefully.
Ah, he's sexist. Got it.
"Missus Marigold Jilten is attending the meeting as the co-leader of our organization. She's not attending because she's my wife," Xavier says blatantly.
I let my hand slide to his leg and give a quick reassuring squeeze. It's okay, I tell him.
Xavier looks down at me and frowns. I don't like these misunderstandings, he seems to think.
