~{JOY'S POV}~
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"Wait, let me get this. YOU STYLED PASCAL? CHEF PASCAL!" Ingrid exclaimed in disbelief and I nodded while smiling uncontrollably.
"And not just that! You also encountered him at the restaurant while you were with Flare?" She asked again and I nodded in affirmation.
"Oh my goodness! It is finally happening!!! It's really happening!!!!" She squealed in delight and began to bounce on the couch we both sat on.
And hearing how excited she was for me made me more glad and I didn't even know when I began to bounce with her until we were at our limit and had run out of breath. We slumped into the couch and began to laugh uncontrollably until we could no longer laugh anymore as we stared at each other.
"So what's the next step, sweetheart?" Ingrid asked as her eyes twinkled.
"I style him of course," I obviously said.
"Is that it?" Ingrid asked in disbelief as she sat upright to examine me properly.
"I can't just start somet-"
