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Tears welled in Bella's eyes as she stared at the TV screen with one hand covering her mouth. She hadn't sat down all night for fear of wrinkling her white pantsuit. What kind of winner—or loser for that matter—would she be if she walked out on stage looking disheveled?
Jake appeared next to her and grabbed her free hand. "You okay?"
Bella sniffed and swiped away a stray, fallen tear. "I just can't believe it."
Jake bumped Bella's side and smiled. "I can. Best get your game face on. It's time to go make the big acceptance speech!"
Sorry, y'all. The thought of writing about an election has been nauseating since Tuesday night.
I'm pretending this is how it happened.
Spread the love, peeps. And I know I'm not overstepping my boundaries to assure any of our readers that all 3 of us are safe spaces if you need one right now.
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