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Lucy's Pov

Dad seemed delighted with the news of Gregg and I dating, he even told me not to fuck things up with him. I'm not planning to. Dad took the liberty of inviting Gregg to dinner tomorrow evening, he accepted.

"Lucille." He whispered when I followed him out. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable but what are these marks on your arms?"

I want to run. How could he see them? The jacket. I was careless, I didn't put my jacket on for our date. I had it wrapped around me all day. "They're nothing, I constantly scrape myself with thorns from my mom's rose bushes."

Gregg examined my cuts further. Based on his expression, I'm not sure if he believed me or not. If he did, I'm saved. If he didn't, I'm fucked. "Be more careful, those thorns cut you badly. I wouldn't want my babygirl to have pain." I smiled, he pecked my cheek and drove off.

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