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Frank’s POV

“AM A CLASSIC MAN, oh baby am a classic man,” I sang while I spun around on my heel to the beat.

“What has got you so happy this hot afternoon and why are you in a suit?” Fahvour, my sister, interrogated, beaming.

“This dude right here is in loooooveee,” I stretched the word love and yanked her to me as I did an abrupt left to right slide that made her break out in fits of laughter before she spoke.

“And who said I didnzt know about that?” she challenged, or should I say stated, a knowing gaUe in my path.

“Ugh!” I groaned in disappointment. “Can’t someone surprise you these days?”

She shook her head, a smirk etched on her lips as she let out, “Nope, not you because I’m always one step ahead. By the way, I hope it's who I think she is.”

“Well, it all depends on who you think she is.” I grinned, thinking I had the upper hand.

“Hey cut it out,” she scoffed. “We all know it's Joanna, duh.”

“We, as in who?” I asked, a tad confused.