[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Walking – Chicago, IL 
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Nic's idea made Cassi laugh. She squeezed her hand on his arm, pleased he was taking all of this in stride, and not letting it ruin their day. 

[color=#DB7093]”That would be a fun experiment,”[/color] Cassi mused. [color=#DB7093]”We could try it with Avery. That would be the safest option.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.marrakechil.com/]Marrakech[/url] – Chicago, IL
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Caden chuckled. [color=#006400]”The dresses we had custom tailored for you, my darling imp,”[/color] Caden reminded them with a smile. [color=#006400]”And a few suits for myself. But, yes, I think I would enjoy you in one of those dresses for our ceremony.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House - Chicago, IL 
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Kimiko's movement drew Avery's attention back to her. He tried to keep looking away, but it was hard when he could see her little dress — and when she called him an idiot. 

Avery's eyes wandered up Kimiko's body again, resting on various body parts he enjoyed. [color=#B0C4DE]”I didn't want to assume,”[/color] he said. His eyes shifted from watching her pulse jump along her neck before they looked at her face finally. [color=#B0C4DE]”I do rather like you throwing yourself at me in this way. I thought I would have to wait to see your lingerie until I won our little competition.”[/color]

He handed Kimiko the bottle of oil, unsure if she really even wanted to massage him now.