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CHAPTER 29 (part 1)

"Why you though?" Tara shoved a full spoon of
asparagus soup to her mouth. They decided to have light dinner tonight since both of them were still full.

"What do you mean why me? Are you doubting
my capability of stealing people's heart?" Amber
increased her brow.

"Well duh?" The lawyer laughed.

"Yah!"

"I know you well enough, Amber Freeman," she pointed her fork towards the shorty with her smug smirk. "You're so awkward with new people, even your smile looks so forced," she said as a matter of fact.

"Im stealing your heart alright. Besides, you
can't deny that I'm young, I'm brilliant and also
I'm good looking. Of course the boards choose
me to represent our subdivision to those donor
funds," Amber spoke arrogantly.

"You know I sometimes ask myself the question
of why am I putting up with someone who is so
snobby as you," the adoration smile on her lips
contraindicated the meaning of her words.

"Someone told me that she loves me very
much." Amber leaned forward across the table.
"Maybe that's the reason why," she placed a soft
peck on Tara's lips earning a light blush on the
latter cheeks.

"Why are you so cute?" Amber laughed as she sat down again.

"Why are you so cheesy?" Tara wiped the
corner of her lips with a napkin.

"Oh come on! I swept you off of your feet, don't
I?"

"See? Snobby," Tara snorted.

"Whatever, you love me anyway."

"Yeah, yeah," Tara rolled her eyes. "By the way,
Conan's wedding is next month, we have to start
hunting dress."

"You go hunt, I'll go with whatever you decide
on."

"Really?" Amber nodded then went back to her soup.

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Amber had been fidgeting with her tops endlessly since she wore it.

"Sweet heart, don't do that. Stop it." Tara took
her hands in her as she glared at the taller girl.
"You're tearing it apart."

"I don't like tie! You know I don't like tie!" She
sulked. It wasn't even a tie to begin with. It was a pretty lace that paired with the dress she'd wear at Conan's wedding day.

"How many times do I have to tell you-"

"It's still a tie!" She folded her arms. "And this dress is too much. I can't walk its too tight.
And I can't wear this towering heels, I'll end up
kissing the floor instead of you."

Tara rolled her eyes. "It's your best friend's
wedding day, aren't you going to put more effort
on this?"

"We bought him a super sophisticated expensive
vacuum cleaner and barbeque grill, he request
I might add so you can't say I don't put an
effort," Amber huffed down to the couch.

Her spouse sighed in defeat. "Fine, do you want to find another outfits then?"

"Honestly? No. I can't even feel my legs
anymore." Amber kicked the black high heels out of her feet. "This is torture! Can we just go the wedding ceremony wearing comfy clothes?" She asked the rhetorical question.

"Don't be ridiculous and stop being a cry baby.
Conan's wedding is a week away. You said you'll
agree with whatever dress I pick for you and
yet," she inhaled a breath. "It's been weeks and
you haven't selected anything. We need to settle
on this dress business fast, Amby."