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Six hours ago Kim Valencia was nearly losing her mind over the placement of the balloons being too close to the pool. Originally the party was supposed to happen indoors – in fact it wasn’t meant to be a party at all, more of a little dinner with close friends. She just went a little overboard, at least that’s how she explained it to her fiancé who always had gone missing when she needed him. Though it had quickly occurred to her that he was probably dealing with that brother of his. As much as she loved Dominic, or at least liked him, he was a handful and now had been sent over to complicate the couple’s lives. It wasn’t like they didn’t have the space. Hell, the new home they had just bought had more than enough rooms – separated on two floors and at times it. did feel like two houses put together. That said, she didn’t need Nick getting distracted in these final moments of planning the wedding. She had been planning this wedding since she was a little girl, twelve years old and imagining a whole princess themed wedding. Her prince though had changed over time.</div></span><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 550px;background: #0000000; color: #000000;text-align: justify"><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">She could already start to hear the guests arriving outdoors and cursed herself for once again having to change. Maybe she was nervous because amongst. The guests invited were her ex-boyfriend. Her original Prince Charming. Kim took a look at herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of the dark blue silk dress she wore. She turned and admired the plunging backline which she knew would draw attention. Some small part of her hoped she did catch Nolan’s eye in in a way that certainly differed from the others. Inviting him hadn’t been to rub the engagement in his face entirely. She had heard about the passing of his father and figured she had been much too cold at the funeral.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">After hearing talk of him taking over his father’s company, she figured an apology of hers would be helping him with some of his business. After all she had been holding onto a selfish and petty reason to be angry with him. She should’ve been happy that Nolan was going off to school and doing what he wanted and it. As much as it did hurt her for him to break things off – she had to admit that she had been selfish with wanting him to stay. She was too focused on appearance then and  right after school should’ve been the moment they started to take New York as the power couple they were meant to be – or at least the idea which had been pounded into her head by her mother who thankfully Kim wouldn’t have to deal with until she left her bedroom. She hoped by then the woman had a few cocktails already.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Moving over toward her vanity, she gathered her necklace and diamond earrings to put on. As stressful as today had been, Kim’s most important goal was just to enjoy her night. When Nick proposed to her, she had been unsure if she should say yes. He had all the qualities of a good man in her eyes: kind, a great lover and wealthy – but that had been after he met her and tried to woo her. Up until that point he had been known as a bit of a dog even in the first stages of their dating it was hard to trust him.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">But when he presented that princess cut ring to her on the rooftop at the Met, yes came out of her mouth so quickly. She loved him and she knew that he loved her – sure plans had seemingly changed, but he was the one. She just knew that.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">So why were her hands suddenly so sweaty at the first sight of Nolan. Her red painted lips stretched into a large smile, Kim attempting to keep her nerves swallowed deep down. “I’m so glad you made it.”<br/>
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“Camila I swear to God if smack me one more time .” The  young woman smiled in Jacob’s direction. He was busy perusing over the guests in attendance while she was busy gawking at Caleigh Marks. While she was still new to modeling, Caleigh was a pretty well-known name and being in her presence was making the young woman think whether it would be a good idea to not only fan girl but get some advice. Modelling was a whole different world. For the most part she had always been focused on school and sports; volleyball specifically. Perhaps it had been the glow up her freshman year of college that had turned things around. Either way, she was not going to get caught up too much in this fashion world. She knew all too well about the  drama and trouble that came with getting swallowed up by it. She had decided that it would just be something to do for the experience. And while Cyrus wasn’t her father, he definitely took the role as the patriarch of the family to heart. Telling him that it was just a little trial and error was the only reason he agreed to her taking a year off from school.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Jacob tore his eyes away from a well-known movie producer and finally set the dark brown gaze on the golden woman in green.<br/>
“Yes yes she looks marvelous. So does absolutely everyone here. Jesus, this place is screaming at a Botox party right now.” The two of them had been mingling with a few people, Jacob mostly who Camila was surprised had made so many connections since his short time in the city. He liked to accredit it to Marcus, his on and off again boyfriend who also worked at catering events and got a chance to brush elbows with lots of people in the industry which he was trying to move into. Jacob was not a fan – sure he loved a good blockbuster like anyone else, but his passion had and would forever always be the stage. “I’m going to get us more of those crab cakes,” Jacob said as he left her near the entrance to the backyard. Already it was beginning to get a bit stuffy inside, but the weather was starting to look a bit gloomy outdoors. While she didn’t necessarily like Kim, she didn’t want her big night ruined.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Camila Baldwin.” Nick’s low voice greeted her. She turned to find the young man sporting a navy blue suit and walking her way. He was still as handsome as ever, but she had learned early on that. He was definitely off limits. Honestly, considering how long he and her brother had been friends, she couldn't see him in that way. That didn’t mean he wasn’t good to look at. “Where is your brother?”<br/>
“Probably looking for you,” she answered as she sidestepped in for a hug. “Shouldn’t you be parading around with Kim?” He gently nudged Camila’s shoulder.<br/>
“Hey, be nice. She’d somewhere around here, I just needed to talk to Cyrus real quick.”<br/>
“You know Kim will kill you if she finds you two talking about business tonight.”<br/>
“Well then, let’s hope she doesn’t find out, huh?” He soon was on his way, leaving Camila to wonder if she should stay put for Jacob or quit her staring.<br/>
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Cyrus had barely a second to react when he felt the liquid sopping through his dress shirt. While he wasn’t that. Happy about the mess, he had very little desire to chew the head off whoever happened to bump into him. He’d decided on this even more so when he looked up to find the kindest eyes and of course the most apologetic smile. Fortunately they were by one of the snack tables. Cyrus reached over for a small napkin and started to dab the spill. The jacket wasn’t particularly ruined and thankfully the ensemble was saved considering that he was wearing a dark outfit.<br/>
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“Simple trip to the cleaners. It’s no problem really. Guess it’s getting a little cramped in here.” Cyrus said before he stuck his free hand out. “Cyrus Baldwin. Are you a friend of Nick or Kim’s?” Cyrus hadn’t seen her before of course , though there were a lot of faces in the crowd that he wasn't all too familiar with.<br/>
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He could see Nick making his way over, the cause of the spill in the first place, but. He was caught up by Kim. Cyrus didn’t necessarily mind, it was refreshing to see a new face.</span></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span>