Mr & Mrs Gucci
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"Emma. Meet Harry. You're husband."
THE Harry Styles from Gucci, with a horrible reputation?
When mom and dad told me I was going to be an arranged marriage...
I'd never think to be with anyone like him.
But I mean.
Being married to a very wealthy designer, that murdered his ex wife shouldn't be to bad... Right?
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