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She’s different. Eight years without seeing a person will do that, I guess. My childhood best friend is older, calmer—and curvier too. Hot damn. She stands differently than she used to, with her chin held high and her shoulders back. My Alba used to inch behind me whenever we met strangers.

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At least it got Alba here, right? Got us back in the same geographic location. Now all I have to do is convince this whip-smart, funny, gorgeous woman that being with me would be worth all the media madness. That I could be good for her, finally. I could make her proud.

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-I do, -Alba says, brown eyes twinkling at me as she smiles. My heart gives an almighty thump, and Lindsay blows her nose with a loud hoot.
-I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.
About. Goddamn. Time.