"This is Sabrina, my fiancee."
I counted to twenty until the door finally opened. A familiar brown haired man appeared from behind it, smiling.
"Erica, nice to see you!" Chris greeted, motioning inside. "Come in!"
"Thanks," I muttered, following him to the livingroom. Usually, Annaliese would be reading magazines there, or Victoria would be painting her nails.
"Where're the girls?" I asked awkwardly, forgetting the reason why I came here.
"Anna's working late, and Vicky's attending a basketball game. Do you need anything?" he asked after I looked around the livingroom.
"Oh, I just... wanted to know... how you guys were doing,...
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