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Sage just grinned over at her, clearly excited about all of this. "That's sounds wonderful," he hummed softly |
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Celeste smiled and nodded. She checked the time, "Oh, we really should get ready for this ball," |
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Sage glanced at the clock and nodded with a grunt. "Come on, I'll help you and then deal with myself the last second possible," he noted with a chuckle |
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Celeste nodded with a giggle, getting up and going over to the closet, pulling out her dress. |
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Sage moved to settle Liz down in a spot where she'd be ok by herself and moved to help Celeste get ready |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste peeled off her clothing before stepping into her dress. |
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Sage helped her get her normal clothes off and then helped fasten the dress in the back and stuff like that, helping her get ready happily. It meant he could procrastinate getting himself ready and make her happy all at the same time. Wasn't much better than that. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Once Celeste was dressed and ready she smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, baby," |
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Sage grinned over at her and nodded. "You're welcome," he hummed. "You look wonderful," he added lightly, moving to grab his own suit and such since they didn't have much time left. |
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Celeste smiled. "Thank you," she replied smoothing out her dress and starting to get lizzie into her dress. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
