"Oi! What the hell am I goin' to wear to the weddin'? I've been freakin' the FUCK out abou' it practically ALL day, and--" Rowena stops losing it after realizing something.
"Wait a damn minute. Flavio is probably goin' to end up designin' over three billion dresses fer me to choose from." She facepalmed. "I love 'im, but sometimes.. Jesus.."
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Action"Screw my life," the Scot mumbled angrily. "You know the drill, arsehats.."
