And then he said it…
I want you to meet my mother. Seven little words. No harm, no foul, right? Well, picture this…
There you are in your perfect little black dress, wearing the earrings he gave you last month. You look fabulous. You’re sitting at your favourite table in one of your favourite restaurants. The two of you enjoy going out for dinner; a chance to catch up and talk. You’ve been dating for Read More
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