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Dez

No arguments here.

Levi

We’ll do the dressing.

Connor

Oh god, my stomach is already cramping.

Marisol

Please, don’t.

Levi

You’re a bunch of wimps. It wasn’t that bad.

Nate

That dressing tasted like straight lighter fluid.

Will

Son, I don’t know what you did to it, but I have to agree with the others.

Omar

It’s okay, babe. You have other talents.

Dez

I don’t want to know what those are.

We’ll do the dressing and the pound cake. Levi can do potato salad. Sol gets the mashed potatoes. Anything else?

Marisol

Nope. Crisis averted.

Connor

Our bodies thank you.

Daphne

HAHAHA. We’ll see you Wednesday.

NOT SO THANKSGIVING

DAPHNE

My stomach rollsas I stare up at the adorable home Dez’s parents live in. The tan ranch style is meticulously upkept, with a covered front porch and a beautiful garden giving color to the neutral palette. It looks like the type of place you’d have family dinners and birthday barbecues.

I’ve never been more intimidated. I’m built for cavernous spaces and silent dinners, notthis.

Smoothing my dress does nothing to soothe my nerves either. After losing my shit in the group chat becausewhat the hell do I wear to meet my pack’s family?!, Travi and Erin took pity on me. One emergency shopping trip later and far too many stores to count, I landed on this deep purple, long-sleeved maxi. The ruffles at the bottom give it an airy vibe with fabric thick enough for fall. My curls twist back in matching crystal butterfly bobby pins that make me smile every time I see them.