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Welcome back Quogan-enthusiasts! This chapter will be technically a swing-shifting chapter where it will start out with a new perspective that I have never attempted before. Then it will shift straight into Quinn's expected perspective for the rest of the chapter. Hope this little change in our standard brightens your day! I really had a blast writing and imagining all of it.

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"The Collective Trials of a Quinnventor… and Logan"

Chapter 16 - The Pre-Smooshfest Show!

(Malcolm Reese's Perspective)

I had just showered and changed into my outfit for the evening. I'd even made my selections for the following evening. From the vast selection of possibilities, that had been brought here by my teams. Anything anyone could need to dress and impress was here (along with an arrany of swimwear incase anyone forgot about the hot tubs too). I had selected tuxedos for both nights. No one can turn down a Reese armored in a tux. James Bond could eat his heart out.

When I was given the green light, that everything was ready to begin. Guests were all starting to show up, and I was reviewing the massive list of people I needed to smoosh tonight. The even more extensive list I would be covering tomorrow night was stapled to the back. I wasn't even gonna look at that now. What was the point of renting out a beautiful and fully loaded lounge for a shoot? If I wasn't going to utilize EVERY advantage I could, to win over any doubtful benefactors dragging their feet.

I was laser-focused on making these people happy tonight. When I started to realize I wasn't the only one preparing for pulling out all stops this evening. Well, that and Chauncy may have pointed it out to me. But still, I wasn't the only Reese armed in a tux, hoping to impress tonight.

It would seem that Logan is preparing to do everything he can to impress Quinn tonight as well. And if you could have seen the way he was pacing like a paranoid new parent in that hall tonight. Waiting for her to return, you too would have found the whole thing hilarious as I did.

I teased, "Is this practice for Prom or something tonight?" And you should have seen the dirty look he shot me. "It'll be here before you know it, aren't you taking Quinn?" I warned anyway.

"I don't know!" He snapped, only proving how right we were. He was clearly panicking and his short fuse had more than sparked. It was nearly burnt out.

Logan has never taken it easy on me that I'm a romantic soul. That I tend to fall hard, fast and often for a number of eligible women. Or the fact that some of these women started out his nannies (when he was younger). Or were closer to his age than they were to mine, like that makes any real difference. Since things didn't work out between his birth mom and me. He doesn't blame me for it not panning out, he knows enough about his biological mother to see why. However, he has never been serious enough about anyone he's dated to stir up any trouble (like I have). So his opinions have gotten rather cynical down through the years. If he can keep things casual and so standoffish, why can't his Dad?

The person pacing in those halls tonight was not that same man. Chauncy also had let slip that my son had been swatting away suitors all this trip. All interested in stealing his secret girlfriend away from him. And none of those boys would have made her hide these feelings either. Just because they were afraid of what a group of mutual friends would say. Logan didn't even know how many offers Quinn herself had been denying since she'd arrived either. If he had, he might be a lot worse off.

Anyone could see Quinn was brilliant, beautiful, and kind-hearted. But even I had underestimated just how much her influence would affect my son. I had just been hoping for better grades and college acceptance letters from more prestigious options. I'd had no idea that she would be making him so focused and serious about being a better human as well. But that is exactly what 'Professor Pensky' had been doing for him… and me. If I was perfectly serious.

I had donated to a charity that was so important to Quinn the other day. She's convinced me to be a more regular contributor to this cause, as well as a few others she'd spoken to me about at other times. My handlers are so knocked out by this increase in my philanthropy, that I've got a lot to be proud of just for listening to her. I've even gotten some new possible investors I'm speaking with tonight. Because of these changes, Quinn encouraged into my life. Just in the little bit of time, I've been around her. I was beginning to see why Logan would get so serious about her.

I get the vibe that the impact she's had on Logan's life is much greater though. Just from some of the things I noticed. Before Chauncy added to my list and made it even more convincing. If only this was the major selling topic tonight. We could have cleaned up! But I needed to focus on so much, throughout the night. I was counting on Chauncy to keep an eye on these teenagers tonight.

I knew they would be in good hands while I got done, everything I needed to perfect tonight. But I also know a little bit about the pressure Logan is facing, and how it could be arguably harder than what I was facing. Women can be so impossible to figure out, at times. A woman as put-together and smart at that age has got to keep him guessing.

I can't remember ever seeing Logan fuss so much over his appearance. He always knew when he looked his best. But he was all freaked over every detail about this night. I'd never seen him this worked up about any other date he'd planned, and Chauncy confirmed that neither had he. But every single selection Logan made was in consideration of looking his best or something Quinn had said to him before. Why he'd selected the tie, flower and pocket square he'd selected was all tied to her.

He even vented, that he had never been able to take her out on a date like this before. One where they both dressed up and spent the whole night together. Not even when I had treated the whole crew he'd brought to help out last time. She'd gone back to our home early that night because he'd messed up and she had missed out. He wasn't letting the same thing happen tonight. Even I was gonna need him to be working this party more than having fun all the time.

I warned that since they were working in different areas. They would have to sit separated for a while. Just so their teams are accessible for questioning. I also needed my son to dance with some girls who were connected to benefactors or working for me. Logan snapped at me, "I know! But the rest of the night. Beyond that, I plan on spending it with Quinn."

I was so entertained by these changes that I found myself splitting my concentration. As my guests all started arriving. I didn't want to miss it when Quinn came back in. I wanted to see how she'd turned out for one thing. But more than anything, I wanted to step over my son's tongue and be the first to tell her she looked great. Just to make it that much harder for him.

After the havoc, he'd caused in so many of my relationships. This was only a chip off the iceberg of the revenge I hoped to get in life. But it was still something I wanted to chip away at a little tonight.

I'd planted myself in the perfect location to greet everyone as they came into the main ballroom. The room we'd booked for the majority of the party happening tonight. Be it a lady or gentleman. I would be the first person to greet everyone heading for this party. And not many other people were here this time of year. The men were all coming out of a door behind me on this ground floor, but the ladies were all coming down a staircase we'd filmed on last week. It was that picturesque. If Quinn followed the same entry route as everyone else she should reach me first no problem before Logan. I just had to be sure I was quicker than Logan when she was coming.

And his eyes were GLUED to that lady's entrance door like nothing else existed in the world. Does no one else notice this?

I made the mistake of asking Chauncy, "Had he ever seen me that nuts over anyone?"

He let me know, "You were worse than that yesterday when your current girlfriend visited you."

Why does he have to have such a perfect memory in times like this? Can't he let me have some fun, at my son's expense? Just a little?

I didn't get the chance to insist on this before Logan jumped out of his seat and stared up at that door like it was whispering to him the secrets of life. I looked up there myself to discover, Quinn had finally come back out and she really did look fantastic. She was wearing a floor-length gown that was tastefully bright green. It really did bring out her eyes even behind her glasses and they sparkled. Her skin and hair looked better than ever before. The makeup artist working up there must have had a field day, she was a natural. Quinn really looked like a classic Hollywood scarlet as she glided down the stairs.

I know million-dollar-earning actresses, models, and gurus who could not have made it down those stairs without tripping. Quinn glided as if she was flying, and never made a slight misstep. When she got to me, I told her. "I think you've missed you're calling. You should be a movie star the way you handled that."

She gushed, "I'm just glad someone else saw it. I'll never be able to do that again." Then she laughed.

I told her, "Have a great time tonight. You've more than earned it and probably saved my ass by helping out-"

She interjected, "Oh! But you probably saved both my and Logan's butts at the auction. I think we're more than even."

"Fair enough, but don't wander too far away. I may need your input when certain questions about those explosions. Or any other tech you handled today, arise."

"I'll make sure to hang where I'm easily accessible." She promised just as Logan reached us. A packed tight crowd had been the only reason he hadn't been here sooner. His jaw was still slacking as he'd greeted her.

He'd said "Hey."

She'd said "Hi." and it was the cutest meet cue I've seen in a while. I wish I had the rights and cameras to make it a movie-quality one. Our industry needed more honesty and sweetness that wasn't so staged. And even reality series couldn't dish anything this real.

Logan looked like he was having trouble remembering how to breathe as he told her. "You-ah, You really look amazing."

"You're looking very dashing yourself, but you already knew that." She smiled.

Which made him grin all goofy, "Yeah." He said before clearing his throat and recovering, "I caught a glance at myself in a mirror or two."

Try about fifteen different angles spread out over 20 different mirrors just while I've been sitting here. Watching him, but sure, he woke up like that. He's playing it cool living up to that Reese natural charm, he was born with. That a boy!

I warned Logan the same way I had Quinn. Not to wander too far, but I doubt he heard me, at least I know Quinn had. Logan was so smitten, I know there's no way he's not in love with the science-driven young lady. As alarmed as most parents would be, could be and probably should be. I just could not find it in my heart to feel anything besides happiness over it.

There had been such a long time that I wondered if my or his mother's failed relationships. Would negatively impact his ability to feel that way about anyone. Now that I was seeing it was more than possible and more than likely happening with such a good person. Who only seemed to find the best parts of him. I still couldn't help but feel glad it had happened, even if it was just puppy love… or even if it ran deeper than that.

I just knew they had to be watched carefully and Chauncy assured me as he went to keep watch. Insisting, "They're to be observed like a hawk while this thing between them progresses."

I thanked him for the millionth time and asked, to be kept posted on the changes. Before my focus was forced to be back on all of the millions of other things I needed to nail down tonight. At this dinner party, or as Logan always calls it, "Smoosh-fest." It was time to wine and dine the heck out of these people till they forgot what they were so worried about before. And all they have left over are memories of a killer night and lighter pockets.

At least that was the goal!

(Quinn's Perspective)

The moment I had let go of Logan's hand and let myself be taken into a lady's changing area. I showered and finally warmed up, before letting a makeup artist talk me into letting them apply my make-up and fix my hairstyle. I don't think anyone else was so diligent about making certain all of the makeup I wore was cruelty-free or exactly what chemicals were used. But at least my personal helper had been kind and helpful about all of that. By the end, she had influenced my entire look for the night (and some of tomorrow night's look too). Mr. Reese had asked her to personally take care of me and she had made certain I felt beautiful. When some stuck-up actual actresses and models were picking on me openly. My makeup artist even whispered to me, "Don't pay them any mind. They're all so jealous of you right now. That they can't see straight."

I asked her, "Why because I'm apparently dating the executive producer's son?"

She told me, "No because I'm giving you my undivided attention and they have eyes! You get me? You don't even need all of my focus like those heifers would. Had I been working on them, I mean, Please! If I had a few days, maybe I could have come up with something to hide all of their outer ugliness. But all my work would be useless the second any of those Barbie dolls opened their garbage pit mouths. I would much rather be working with a natural beauty like you any day, cher." Somehow I got the vibe she's cajun.

I laughed, I couldn't help it. Even if I knew she was just being nice, probably to impress Logan's dad with her abilities for an upcoming movie. But it was nice of her to say, regardless of her motivation. She did my hair in this half-up and half-down thing that looked so elegant too. I wish I could have seen how she did it.

Not only was her talent obvious, but she'd helped me relax till she finished. Then, I had to actually go out into public again. But nothing could have prepared me for the moment I walked out of that door and saw Logan's face across the room. He was far away at the back of the room and a level down. Even from all of that distance, I could see that he really looked better than I ever remember him looking before too. That he cleans up very well too.

I made it down the steps without a tumble or a trip, and Mr. Reese had been at the foot of the stairs telling me, "Good job" basically.

I'm still thrilled that somebody else witnessed I'd done that without any drama. It had been terrifying from that top step. Logan came and took my hand, leading me into the room where EVERYBODY was gathered. I can tell by the way Logan was clutching on to me. He was hoping we could sit together and even be on sort of a date throughout the night.

But that just isn't how things happened throughout the night.

The lines in that dining hall, or ballroom were worse than a school lunch room or congress. The brass only sat with other brass, the audio geeks only sat with other sound nerds. Actresses sat with Actors models sat with nobody. It was almost funny... But Logan was expected at a table of directors and executives and his father. And there was no room for anyone else at that table. I told him, "Don't worry about it." And to "Just save a dance for me when the music started." Which would be as soon as dinner was served. So the models and actors all had an excuse not to eat. I told him I could go sit with the effects team in the meantime. And I'd be fine.

It wasn't a lie exactly, I had been hanging out with the same dudes this trip. As well as the trip before this one and we'd all been getting along very well. But I was the only girl on that crew and it wasn't lost on them or me. When I showed up in my evening finery, so frilly, and feminine. I didn't know how they would act. But the older guys, who I had been getting to know, had greeted me with a slow clap before pulling out a chair for me and clueing me into all the best food available.

I didn't know if I would have fun or not. But I found myself laughing and kidding with them like I had throughout the rest of my time on set. Logan's father did have to bring several people over to us and speak about the accidents that had happened before I was here. As well as what safety methods I had put into place to prevent future mishaps. I had told them of my findings and investigations I'd conducted. It sounded like the insurance was gonna end up paying through the nose for these weird malfunctions and Logan's Dad was going to be reimbursed. But I may need to speak more about it in the coming weeks or even months if a lawsuit was necessary (And Mr. Reese's legal team seemed to be more than prepared for that).

As Logan had warned there were several people interested in commandeering my know-how for other projects too. But while I sketched a few ideas on napkins, took their cards and offers kindly. I didn't see myself ever doing anything like this. Unless it was for Logan or his father… At least, not right now.

And some more guys had come over trying to pick me up. Was this what life was like for Lola? Or Zoey when they came on these excursions? But if I didn't effectively scare them off, Cookie would. (Imagine an overprotective uncle type). Cookie was quickly becoming one of my friends. If he didn't say anything one of our other pyrotechnical comrades would.

Every time I chanced a glance over at Logan, he was smiling believable to the masses he was engaging. But something about all of this time hiding things with him told me a different story under the surface. When we did lock eyes a couple of times he let that facade go completely for a blink and let me know how miserable he actually was. Even when he was talking to pretty girls. Even when he was talking to the same beauties who had been trying to bully me upstairs. He just looked like he wasn't feeling too good. So out of concern after giving Mr. Reese's legal reps my info. In case I was needed in court, for my findings or anything else.

I excused myself to run check on my baby. And Cookie, the Big fifty-something breaded biker sitting next to me. Wearing a metal spike studded leather jacket over his suit, told me to "Please go check on that boy. He's been sending puppy dog looks your way since you came over here. Throw that dog a bone, already."

The moment I stood up and started to walk towards him. Logan was so quick to abandon his audience and chair. That he met me in the middle of the room and took both of my hands when he was close enough. I asked him, "Hey? Are you okay?"

He said, "Yeah, I'm fine… Fine… just… I couldn't stand it anymore."

"Excuse me?" I know I had to be hearing him wrong. He was coming from being surrounded in pretty girls. Didn't he usually come back from that sort of thing more than a little smug. What was going on with him? He'd been having the same weird reactions during the auction.

Logan went on, "Don't get me wrong. I know they're dime a dozen in this biz, but I just couldn't take another minute. Of their constant chatter in those voices that sounded like little yappy dogs. All of them talking about NOTHING when you're all the way across the room. At least you looked like you were having fun… were you?"

I admitted, "Yeah, I was just talking to the guys who have been my crew lately. They're actually really good guys. Just a little rough looking around the edges."

"Yeah, Cookie's a piece of work." He smiled just a little. Something was still bugging him, something he was even avoiding talking about right now.

"He is, but he's secretly this big softy." I shared.

Logan confirmed, "Oh! I know, he bakes all the time even though I've never seen him without his leather jacket."

"Me either. And his brownies are awesome." I laughed. Even though Logan was pulling me along with him.

He asked me, "Hey? I think I need to step out for some fresh air. You wanna come with me?"

"Sure." I shrugged. Letting him lead me to a balcony with a gorgeous view of the winter wonderland still living on the outside of this place. Even though I had been out in it all day long, the stuffy ballroom was packed enough to make you forget.

I had also forgotten how cold it actually was out there till I was walking out in my thin evening gown. The cold cut through it like I wasn't wearing anything out there. Logan draped his jacket over my shoulders telling me. "I think you'll need this more than me, I'm burning up in that monkey suit."

"You sure you don't need it?" I asked.

"No." He waved off. "I was dying in there." He loosened his tie and opened the top couple of buttons. Before he asked. "How do people live wearing so many sleeves all the time?"

"I don't know," I said trying not to laugh. "I think in places like this, it's probably more helpful than California though."

"It has to be." He agreed before he asked the question he'd been dying to ask me. The real thing that was bothering him.

He finally asked, "So how many of those guys giving you cards, were trying to pick you up?"

I admitted, "A few, but I turned them all down… and none of them knew I was alive till I was dressed like this."

"Dressed like what?" He asked.

"You know," I tried to say without actually saying. But his silence told me he needed more of an explanation. "The dress, hair and make-up. Today on the set I was practically one of the guys-"

"You got even more offers out there today than you did here." He said, with this edge to his voice that I didn't like.

I rationalized, "You know, it's probably because there aren't too many women up here. That's the only thing I can think of."

"Right," he said in a clipped tone I liked even less. "That's what it's about."

"What?" I asked him. "Clearly you have something you want to say. Otherwise, why would you have taken me out here?"

Hands crammed in his pockets he asked me, "Why do you always use mad logic to avoid the obvious truth? Hmm?"

I had to know, "What do you think is the obvious truth here? Besides me being the only other female crew member for miles and miles?"

"The fact that there are fifteen other women on the set total. I counted, them off of the call sheets, fifteen others. And four of them are actresses, if you don't count the brainless model who was trying to come on to me, back there." Logan let me know as he inched closer slowly.

"You counted? Why would you do that?" I asked.

"Because I somehow knew you'd say something like that." He said as he trapped me against a thick pillar that I was leaning against. It was holding a small roof up over our heads.

"If there are that many how come I can't recall seeing or hearing one of them? Besides the actresses obviously." I asked.

"Because none of them are memorable or smart as you. None of them saved our skins and none of them cared about the safety of everyone like you did." He leaned on a hand he pushed catty-cornering me again the pilar and railing. "But you wanna know the most maddening reason of all?"

"Probably not." I admitted. "But I'm certain you'll tell me anyway."

"It's that you are totally and completely GORGEOUS!" He admitted like he had been holding that back all day. "I'm starting to not be the only one to tell you so. Of course, there are guys noticing that. Who could miss it? You even had former dates good and bad standing up at that auction bidding on you yesterday morning. All hoping they would get to kiss you."

I had to bring up, "I seem to remember you riskily bidding 500 dollars yourself. In front of everyone-"

"Yeah! I panicked." He admitted. Before adding, "I really didn't want that last guy to win. And I know that you should have been going for a lot more than a measly 150. I really wished I could have bid higher, but that was all I had on me and I couldn't have gone higher without calling my Dad. Who knew he would show up, like he did."

I clarified, clutching his jacket around me, "You bid on me, even though we were in front of everyone practically everyone that we wanted to keep in the dark. That took guts."

"Come on… I couldn't let those poser-scientists win! And I COULDN'T let Mark keep laughing at you like that… I nearly took his head off." He affirmed. But there was something in his eyes. The way that he wasn't looking at me. That he was hiding something.

I placed a hand on his cheek and made him look at me, when he did I almost forgot my question. But I somehow managed to ask, "Why were you so mad afterward?"

"Mad?" he repeated.

"After the kiss, I looked back at you and you seemed... well, almost angry... why?" I asked.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know..." but I think he does he's just not telling me.

When I didn't say anything, I just listened, he took my hand, turned his face and planted a kiss in the center of my palm. Before he took a breath and went on. "I don't know when I kissed you. Up there, I was so relieved I'd needed it so badly. Especially after being wrestled down into another kiss before that by Gretta Getts. I'd been knocked out by how easy it was and how nice it had been... and how just wonderful you are... But then I heard all of our friends talking about my acting abilities and how you're too smart for me and... I don't know... I took some of what they were saying to heart. I know better than to listen to anything the rest of the crowd was saying. But the fact our friends were saying those things... hurt. You know?"

"Logan." Why had he been keeping this to himself all this time? "I love our friends, you know I do. But they really have no idea what they're talking about when it comes to me and you."

"I know you're right," He said, and I could feel a 'but' coming. Then he continued, "But it just confirmed all the reasons why they can't know or handle this. What's happening between us, and even though I was so glad they didn't figure things out. I don't know, there was this sick and twisted side of me that wanted them to find out."

"Really?" I could not believe what I was hearing.

He stressed, "Yes! But I knew if they found out right then, it wouldn't be right. Because it would have been out of spite or pettiness and that's not fair to either of us. So I kept it all locked up. Even from you, and I'm sorry."

I had to hug him and tell him, "You don't ever have to hide things like that from me. When you're hurt, the only way I can help is if you let me."

"I know..." He did admit and when I went to leave the hug, he just held me tighter for a little longer.

So I kept talking, trying to ease his now distinct pain, "Look! Our friends are great, I wouldn't trade one of them for all of the world. But they don't even know everything happening in their own lives. They're in no place to judge either of us, about our lives and choices... If they can't handle this. It's their loss, not ours. And anyone who says you're not smart clearly doesn't know you that well. Because I've seen what you can do and you are nothing short of AMAZING... anyone who says differently must be blind... and blinder than me without my glasses."

He pulled back to look at me, and thank me. But I kissed his cheek facing me before he said anything. Telling him, "Don't sell yourself so short." And wiping at his cheek in case any of my lipstick had come off. Thankfully it hadn't.

He leaned in closer and said, "Again with just the cheek?"

I shrugged, "I didn't want to cover you in this lipstick. I thought it might be too soon after Gretta's fire engine red additions to your face."

He wouldn't let me lean out too far away as he said, "Yeah but her lipstick came from a drug store, yours was applied by a movie make up artist. Bet you it won't even smear."

I had to try not to smile, but I could see how much he'd really needed this. So I complied, I kissed his other cheek, and observed, "You're right. Not even a smudge."

Come on, I had to tease him a little, he'd needed cheering up. He caught hold of my waist again, just like back at school and yanked me into a deep kiss again. This one was even better than the one we'd shared up on that stage. Even if a lot of the way it had happened was similar to that occurrence. I tried to imagine my friend's jeering horror if they'd realized this was real. But as awful as I was expecting it to be…I couldn't picture a single negative reaction from any of our friends or foes. All I could see was us kissing on that stage, but there was nobody else there. The seats were all empty and Lisa wasn't even next to us at the podium. It was just him and me, no one else.

When we stopped I announced, "If that had happened yesterday we would have blown all of our secret sky high."

He said, "No. Our friends are so clueless, I doubt they would have even seen it that time."

"Good thing too." I nodded. "If anything, this proved that this can't happen in front of them."

"No, they'll never understand it." He affirmed again, still sounding sad. And I wished I could make him smile again.

So I asked him. "Is it terrible I kind of wish it had still happened too. Even if we couldn't stand the repercussions?"

He smiled so big and laughed out, "No... not at all because I kinda wish it had happened too. Then I wouldn't have to have waited till we were here to kiss you again."

"Yeah, but at least this way our friends still don't know and our secret's still safe." I tried to comfort and Logan was agreeing with me. But before he could say anything else, his family's butler Chauncy flew through the door to remind us. "The dancing would now begin and both of you are expected to shake your booties." Then he shut the door again and was gone.

Logan said, "He's right, as much as I would rather spend the rest of tonight with you. We've both still got work to do in there. Sorry, this is gonna be more work than fun."

I laughed, "Don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll still have some fun too." Then I handed Logan back his jacket and we headed back inside to kick off the evening dancing. He asked me as he slid his arms back into the sleeves. "Hey? Do you still remember that dance we were doing for the blocking before?"

"Uhh, yeah, I think so." I shrugged, trying not to shiver.

"Good," He said simply before taking my hand. Pulling me along back inside. "Because we're kicking it off centerstage- well, off center of the floor along with the actors."

"So, no pressure," I teased, to hide how wary I actually was.

"Nope, none at all, you'll be great. Just like you were then." He smiled reassuringly and dragged us to the dead center of the floor just like he said. He stepped away and reminded me silently, 'I bow you do the girl thing.'

Then he actually bowed to me and I teased him, "Where's a camera when you need one?"

He teased back, "Don't ruin this for me."

Just like the times, of the Victorian film we'd helped create. I curtsied back, along with all the girls around us. Then he pulled me in close again and he totally winked at me when he pulled me closer than he'd needed to. I giggled, surprisingly. And that bubbling laughter was just throughout that whole dance. I couldn't remember it being that fun when all of those cameras had been glaring holes into us and all of these people were following our every move and expression.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed like that, or seen Logan look that happy. It was in all ways magical… and I don't think I'll ever forget it.

That's all folks!

Yes, today's update did run a little short. But that was only because I so wanted to include this little treat among these other perspectives. I hope you liked it and we'll be picking up with Logan's perspective tomorrow. So don't miss it and I hope you're enjoying everything so far. Please write in and review if you can. I would love to hear from you! Hope you're having a great day! Take Care and Much Love!

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