Chapter One Hundred+Twelve
"My brothers and sisters, may the spirit of love which comes at Christmastime fill our homes and our lives and linger there long after the tree is down and the lights are put away for another year." (Thomas S. Monson)
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"She is yours? Louis raised his brow in askance at Richard's sudden claim of ownership over Arianna. "Since when?"
"Since a long time ago! Richard replied fiercely. Having a look of adoration plastered on his face as he looked at Arianna.
Louis chuckled at Richard's declaration. " Funny, isn't it? Because the last time I checked, She Was Still Mine!
"Really? Richard scoffed.
" Of Course," Louis affirmed.
"Then, may the best man win! Richard said with so much power in his tone.