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Juliette's pov.
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There are a lot of things wrong with me and my mental state but I have two boyfriends who've learned to live with all that so fuck it. After calming my racing heart from what I called Minjun this morning, I decided to start looking into my career and what I need to keep this thing going. I do want to do something in architecture and not waste my degree but I don't think I could work for someone else. I am not saying he is right, but yes I am lazy and working on someone else's schedule would drive me insane.

I decided to start up my own architecture company. I drew up my plan and made a PowerPoint presentation on what I want or better yet what my vision is. I know it's going to take some time to build this up but I was willing to wait. For now, I could assist my dad and he could put in a good word for me with other rich old people.
Maybe I can make my dad's construction company my partner, then I'll just need a decorating team...

Deciding that it was best to stick with daddy-o, I finally realized that it was way past my lunchtime. I went to the kitchen to make food but got a snack first, 'cause you gotta eat while you cook, when I noticed a letter with my name on it.

To:
Juliette Anne Roberts

I'm not the romantic kind but I do try
I'm big and strong but I do cry
I may be dumb or stupid but to you, I'd never lie
Hurting you is something I'd never do but if I did I'd rather die

Corny right? I laughed a little when writing it
but that is only because I'm nervous and scared.
I wasn't lying when I said I don't know
how to verbally express my emotions but I will
make sure you always feel loved and cherished.

There are a lot of ways I could have done this but
instead of turning into a tomato in front of you,
I decided to write down what I wanted to ask you.

All three of us have confessed and confirmed our
feelings for each other and as much as you are
ours, we'd both like to officially make you our
girlfriend. I'm not perfect and fuck up
majority of the time but I'd never take
anything my lovers give me for granted.

With my speech out of the way and all
my courage on this page.
I am wise and have good insight but that has nothing
to do with my age.
There are a lot of things wrong in this world but
everything with you feels just right.
Would you please give this idiot the honor of
taking you out tonight?

Signed
Your Gentle Giant

I couldn't stop the tears from leaving my eyes even if I tried. I don't even know why I'm crying it honestly doesn't make sense but here I am. After re-reading the letter I called Sarah and Jackson to tell them that one, I have two boyfriends now and two, I have a date with one of them. Congratulations were shared and if I'm being honest, they seemed a whole lot more excited about this than I expected them to be. After hours of them helping me decide what to wear, I took a shower and began getting ready. I don't know what time we will be leaving but I figured it be around the time he got back home, I was right.

I got a text from Minjun telling me to meet him at my favorite jazz bar and I was super excited. Going against my better judgment, I wore one of the dresses Amelia picked out for me with heels. Having my Uber drop me off, I entered the bar, and my ears were hit with the beautiful sound of a saxophone. Informing them of my reservation under Minjun's name, I was let in and shown my table but he wasn't there. I texted and asked where he was but got no response. Figuring he was running late I went to the bar and got a drink listening to the music that filled the four corners of this room