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harlow’s still unsure of how she ended up in this predicament ━ slightly tipsy and stuck in an engagement she had no parts of. all simply due to one lousy business deal made by both her parents and gail’s, a last minute resort in making sure the money kept coming. harlow’s not one for rules, especially not for rules she couldn’t necessarily break. she was stuck in this whether she liked it or not and she’d try to make the most of it. harlow merely huffed at gail’s words as she took the glass that gail had poured out for her. harlow was well aware that she’d regret getting drunk later on but for now, she didn’t care. getting drunk and embarrassing her family was something she did often. this arranged marriage, if anything, was harlow’s redemption. she then giggled as she held up her glass as well, noticing that gail had spilled some of hers. “sexless nights? for you maybe, but not for me,” harlow spoke, “arranged marriage or not, i plan on having fun regardless.” she finished off her glass in a matter of seconds, setting it down to the side as she relaxed on the lounge chair with a hiccup escaping her lips. “god, i’m going to be married. can you fucking believe it?” harlow asked, a slight slur to her words as this point.
“open marriage, it is.” gail didn’t mind harlow getting her own fill elsewhere. hell, she would. and never before had the blonde entertained the idea of sleeping with her arranged partner. there was something distasteful about enjoying the ordeal - especially when she wanted to rebel against her parents’ wishes. but she did mind the fact she would have a ring on her finger, and a wife that was not hers to call wife. “but if we wind up living in the same space together, you’re not fucking some ho in our bed. i don’t want any std’s from my fake wife’s misadventures.” she downed the drink effortlessly, having done so many times before. licking her lips, feeling parched, gail mumbled, “what a shitty way to go out at the hospital. ‘girl’s wife fucked someone in her bed, gave her a disease you can’t cure, dies alone.’ or in the headlines, with our luck.” sharp eyes falling on harlow’s, gail laughed, “you’re drunk, aren’t you? lightweight.” although, she probably was a little, too.





















