"I think we have a guest joining the party." The interviewer says, I shoot them a small smile as I frantically wake my way through the cameras.
"I think so, that's my wife!" You set your stuff next to hers on a chair and wave over at the woman. She just shakes her head, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Fashionbly late as always."
"This is gonna sound like a lie, I promise it's not." I say rushing over and sitting down next to the woman who swings her arm around the back of your chair. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips with a smile. "Hi honey."
"Hi baby."
"I went to Trader Joes to grab some quinoa for the pool party this weekend, and me and this lady got into a very heated verbal altercation over the last bag of quinoa."
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She bursts out laughing, as does the rest of the room. I just shake my head with a bright smile.
"Well we're glad you could make it. I missed you." Sandy says putting her hand softly on my knee, my hand laying ontop of hers.
