“Well, if it isn’t the future Mrs. Green.” He rocked his eyebrows up and turned back, winking at the woman in the bed. “Excuse me, won’t you? I have to ask my future wife where she might like to go… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
A girl could be sitting on her computer, trying to get noticed by me, and not knowing she's the future Mrs. Justin Bieber. — Justin Bieber Copy Share Image
