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</div>Manny was nothing but kind to her when she was first introduced to him. She hadn’t expected his gentle demeanor by looks alone; his well-muscled frame was easy on the eyes as it made her stir with envy. At first impression, she had hoped that over the years, her boyfriend would inherit some of his father’s good looks and impressive physique. She adored her boyfriend’s personality and the way he treated her with such kindness and generosity. If there was anything similar between the two, it would be how accommodating they both were with their friends and family. However, her father-in-law was more confident in everything he did. It was as if he knew exactly what he brought to the table.<br/>
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The young brunette’s eyes widened at the display of the honeymoon suite. Her soft, plump lips parted open slightly at the sudden surprise that washed over her delicate features. The room was beautiful and romantic; the soft rose petals sprinkled on the bed, the intimate setting of floor to ceiling mirrors surrounding the bedroom and bathroom, the way the balcony beckoned them to take a closer look at the amazing view, and the sensual yet obvious hint of how doors weren’t necessary for newlyweds. Nibbling her bottom lip softly, Grace grew worried that they wouldn’t be able to have privacy in the showers, let alone using the bathroom to change clothes. The mirrors and lack of doors placed her in a compromising position. A nervous soft chuckle escaped her lips as her blue eyes finally met his, blushing at his comment.<br/>
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<b>“Manny, this is—it’s beautiful, but,”</b> she paused as she gestured toward the room, words failed her as she was at a loss for words in explaining their intimate situation. A soft sigh was all she could emit before finding her words and pointing toward the bathroom, <b>“What are we going to do about that? There are <i>no</i> doors… The lack of privacy is overwhelming—I mean, sure it’s a honeymoon suite, but—I, uh, we can’t possibly…”</b> Combing back her hair with her fingers, she tousled her hair as it seemed that one obstacle was replaced with another delay. Not only did her wedding planner messed up the room arrangements, but the type of room was also mistaken. James must’ve booked this room for them after their wedding ceremony to surprise her and if he knew what was happening right now, he would be surprised seeing as she was sharing this room with his father and not him. <b>“I don’t know how to explain this to James.”</b><br/>
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Walking closer to the bedroom, she noticed how romantic everything was and even glanced at the chilled champagne sitting near the mini bar. She smiled softly; behind everything, it was still a nice surprise from James and how he made sure to surprise her in the right ways. Turning her attention toward the balcony, she quickly walked over and opened the double doors to take a gander at their view. Stepping onto the balcony, she leaned against the iron railing, dipping her chest forward slightly while her curvaceous behind stuck out; stretching the fabric of her mini skirt as it tightly grasped her curves. <b>“Manny, you <i>have</i> to see this! The view is breathtakingly beautiful! I can’t believe it.”</b> She glanced over her shoulder to call out for him before turning her attention back at the beach. The ocean waters were clear and clean with white sandy shores. The summer air was crisp and warm; the humidity wasn’t as sticky as she had expected and was glad, she didn’t have to worry about the weather as well.<br/>
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<b>“With a view like this, I think we can make it work…”</b> Grace’s worries were silenced for a few moments as she admired the view before her.<br/>
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