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JACK: Okay, I'm on my way.
BRIELLE: Just... donât judge me.

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@brielleharris
TEXT â JACK
JACK: Okay, I'm on my way.
BRIELLE: Just... donât judge me.
TEXT â JACK
JACK: What happened? Where are you?
BRIELLE: Club Nobu.
TEXT â JACK
JACK: What's wrong? Are you okay?
BRIELLE: I did something stupid.
TEXT â JACK
BRIELLE: Iâm in trouble.
BRIELLE: I need your help. Donât tell anyone.
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: we could swing a week
BRIELLE: A week in Paris! What a dream!
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: Oui-oui!
BRIELLE: Can we afford that?
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: Now you're talking. Where do you wanna go?
BRIELLE: Paris?
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: You have no idea how much I love you.
BRAD: But it's okay, I'll keep trying to show you.
BRIELLE: We should take a vacation. Just the two of us.
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: I'll make it happen.
BRIELLE: You have no idea how damn loved you make me feel, baby.
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: I think we need to frame it and put it in the bedroom. Like above the bed.
BRIELLE: Iâve secretly always wanted that.
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRAD: I think you might have to because DAMN
BRIELLE: I think that might be one of the better shoots I've done for Allie's company.
BRIELLE & BRAD
BRIELLE: Should I call 911?
BRIELLE & ALLIE
BRIELLE: Since becoming the face of AB Fashion, Brielle had really grown into her own. She was a little less mean (but still just as honest), and a little less lonely, too. Having Brad back in her life made everything ten times better; being able to share her dreams and accomplishments with him was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Plus, he was /always/ proud of her, no matter what, and she'd never be able to thank him enough for that. Nor would she be able to thank Allie for giving her this opportunity, but she tried every day, by being the best model she could be.
They were in the middle of one of their weekly fittings now, Brielle's eyes locked on the mirror in front of her, Allie at her feet hemming one of the newest dresses in this season's collection. "It's stunning, Allie, seriously. I don't know where you come up with this stuff, but I'm so glad I get to wear it all," Brielle spoke honestly. Allie was probably the person who received the most compliments from the brunette, given that Brielle was /very/ fashion-oriented and respected the hell out of her boyfriend's cousin for building her own empire.
brielleharrisâ:
Unfortunately.
Excuse you.
I mean.. I love you?
brielleharrisâ:
Youâre so lame. And embarrassing.
You love me.
Unfortunately.
brielleharrisâ:
Oh, my god. Stop.
No chance.
Youâre so lame. And embarrassing.