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“You are fucking impossible!!!” Leila yells at me across the table and I yell straight back in complete unveiled rage.

“I’m not wearing a fucking purple wedding dress; the dress is not down to you to pick. What the hell were you thinking?” I throw her booklet at her and it bounces off the coffee table and lands on the floor dramatically.

“Hey, hey, come on.” Arrick tries to intervene