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chapter 3

Scarlett's POV

"Come sit down for a sec! I'm just finishing up, pour a glass if you'd like, I'll only be a few minutes."

"Mags, we're going to a wine bar, I don't think we need to pregame with wine." I laugh, seeing the opened bottle with two glasses on the counter.

"Since when is too much wine a bad thing!?" she chuckles from her bedroom.

"Since we are practically 30." I yell out to her, thinking about my last hangover that seemed to last far longer than they used to.

I pour up a glass, because, truly, you can never have too much wine, as she finishes getting ready for our girls night out. According to Maggie, this place is pretty classy and extremely expensive, meaning we needed to dress a bit fancier than typical club wear we're accustomed to.

Adrien would've been invited but he's been kinda distant lately. My guess is he caught a largemouth boy in the Gaylantic and has been cooped up in his apartment making all his dreams come true, but who the hell knows with that one.

As I walk around her place with my glass of Pinot noir, I spot some new frames on her wall shelves of her and Ronan. A couple cute selfies, one where he's kissing her on the cheek, one from a recent baseball game, and another one form when they must've got dressed up and went out to dinner.

"You like?" she asks, coming out from her room in a fitted, black dress edged in lace, that hugs her curvaceous body to perfection.

"Mags...you look hot as fuck! God, what I would do to have those hips. You are so damn lucky." I comment, eyeing her curves.

"Oh my God! Knock it off, these hips get bigger with each chip I pop. I'd kill to have your fit figure." she says, circling me in my new, maroon, spaghetti-strapped dress I found the previous weekend shopping with Adrien.

"Well Ronan would be disappointed I'm sure...seems he likes your hips." I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows at her playfully.

"It's true, the man goes a little crazy for this extra meat I'm packing." she laughs, smacking her ass.

"So what's going on with you two?"

"What do you mean? We're together and happy, that's all." she smiles, readjusting the picture of them on her shelf.

"As much as I hate being cliche, I mean to ask...is he the one?" I say to her turned back, in a more serious tone.

"Do I want to marry him, get a big house with the white picket fence, have his babies, and so on?" she turns to look at me with a half grin, then pauses.

"Well...do you?"

She looks back at the pictures of them while biting her bottom lip, then looks back to me with a twinkle of what looks like a tear in her eye.

"Yeah...I think so." She sighs, as if this was the conversation she needed for confirmation for herself.

Ronan was the one for her. It was written on her face even before her admission. I saw the twinkle in her eye as she looked at the pictures of them in front of her. I could feel the excitement of the future that could be, radiating through her pores. She was in love with him and he was in love with her. It was beautiful.

"I've never met anyone like him before, ya know. He's gentle and kind, and he makes me feel like I'm on top of the world. Like we're in on our own little secret. We can look at each other and just know what the other is thinking. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced." She smiles, looking off, down at the floor, thinking of only him while she talks.