Once inside Jessica’s mobile home, Armand is at first slightly... nonplussed by the interior decoration.
But then he forgets about it.

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Once inside Jessica’s mobile home, Armand is at first slightly... nonplussed by the interior decoration.
But then he forgets about it.
Poor Jessica, I always felt she was the one that was hurt most by their marriage fiasco with Armand. She fears “being left at the altar by him”, I didn’t know sims could have such a specific fear.
Well, he doesn’t seem to be having second thoughts after last night’s surprise engagement, here he comes carrying a bouquet again.
Maybe it’s time to end the flower deliveries and take that next step?
Jessica is restless tonight, and eager to find Armand. But not call him. Like, randomly find him. She tries a couple community lots, and sure enough, there he comes at the Cratus Gym. She barely had to wait at all. She remembers his Sunday night habits well.
Why pretend anymore? They both want it, so they get engaged. Again.
Judgemental townie is there, again, judging them.
Belladonna Cove, Week 1, Friday, Jessica Peterson, Main Street Mobile Homes Jessica had decided to invite Armand and Tara and show them where she was really living, in a trailer, but it seems that Armand already knows: early that morning, he comes in person to deliver a huge bouquet of red roses in front of her door, and a little later, the postman comes carrying the most romantic card ever. Is their divorce finally coming to an end?
After she replaced the shoes and tank top, and after another rejection (that moron Gabriel Green, don’t ask), Jessica had seen enough of Freya’s Raiments. She may not have found a coffee partner, but from all the mentioning it, she was actually in the mood for a cup herself. And oh irony, who should she run into at the Center Drip... none other than hubby dearest himself. Ex hubby, ex dearest. Joy.