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Clapsand teary eyes all around. Gabbie pulls me in for a hug. “That was beautiful.”
My heart is still pounding when I reply, “Thank you. I meant every word.”
“We feel the same way,” Maeve chimes in. She reaches for my hand and squeezes it.
“Yes,” Gabbie says. “I don’t know what I would have done without you girls.”
Corrie smiles, her eyes teary. “Yeah, let’s promise we’ll always be there for each other. Always.”
Maeve raises her mug of latte. “Hear, hear.”
We all raise our drinks and clink mugs. “You bet!” I cheer. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a second, I need to go kiss my sexy fiancé ‘hello.’”
The End.
