This is all so deliciously dramatic to me.

Something about her looks like she’s planning shenanigans, either at an opulent uptown funeral or at the wedding of a friend to a man she does not approve of OR is in love with, which is causing her to stomp around all night making arch remarks while cocking an eyebrow, then eventually will lead to her making a spectacle of herself during the toasts, at which point she will grab the nearest, youngest cater-waiter and perform a tango that will fog up every damn spoon in the reception hall, at which point they will break into the bridal suite and have such an energetic romp that they work up a sweat the likes of which this run-on sentence couldn’t ever dream even if I let it develop into a word-marathon.

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