No Strings Attached

When one of the cousins heard the little tattletale gearing up to spill the beans, he sprinted over and whisked him away. A playful smack landed on the boy's behind. "You little traitor! If you sing, all our hard work's for nothing."

Orin, with a deadpan seriousness, retorted, "I wasn't going to snitch. I just wanted to tell Uncle lan that Aunt Clara's looking exceptionally stunning today."

Unable to hide his pride, lan curved his lips into a smug grin. "My bride's the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world."

Basking in the limelight, Edwin, in his crisp suit, approached. A mischievous smile played on his face. "Go on, strut your stuff. But you'll be crying later. I've got four lipstick marks here. Guess which one's Clara's, and you can go up. You get it wrong, and you're giving us a dance."

Chase was the first to raise his hand. "Dancing's a piece of cake. I'm a regular at the clubs. This won't faze me."

Roger, slightly annoyed, punched him lightly. "Cut the crap. Eddie's family now, you think this is just some ordinary dance?"

"What, you want me to strip and dance?"

The room erupted into laughter at his remark.

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an awkward laugh, "No way, I'm not even married yet. Can't let you

one's Sasha's. She's got those full lips. The

the third mark, "That's my wife's. Two left, you can't possibly guess

remaining two were similar, but

widened, "You sure? I thought that

lips are smooth. Even puckered,

snickered, "So sure, yet so wrong. This one is Clara's. Time for your

York cousins began to chant in unison, "Down! Down!

when they thought lan had really goofed up, Orin piped

hint, lan knew what was up. He leaped to his feet, pointing at Edwin's nose.

Anders. "Keep your kid

telling it like it is, unlike you, settling scores