Uni Years, Episode 19, Desperate (LVB)

Fall morphed into winter. Bella’s spending continued to rage out of control. If there was a definition for shopaholic in the dictionary, Bella was certain her picture would be found next to it. For every dollar her parents sent, she spent double. For every gift Mortimer sent, she bought herself another. She filled her mind with schoolwork, and when she wasn’t studying, she distracted her mind on her soap opera work, and when she wasn’t working, she numbed her mind on magazine gossip about celebrities and dreamed she would one day be one. She filled her room with stuff – most of the time the exact opposite of something she had been given. If Mortimer sent a teddy bear, she bought a dragon. If he bought rose-scented candles, she bought skull candles. If he purchased a white dress, she purchased two black ones.

Christmas came, and Bella stood by the side of her best friend, Jennifer. Of course, being the maid of honor meant duties. She threw an expensive bridal shower and the best bachelorette party Jennifer could have ever dreamed of, and she purchased fancy bridal gifts. Jennifer deserved the best. Bella bought the most expensive spa packages for herself to prepare for the wedding day, and even treated herself to a vacation after seeing the new Mr. and Mrs. John Burb off at the airport, spontaneously purchasing tickets to Big Apple City for the new year to drown her sorrows in wine and bubble baths and kissing strangers in Clock Square after the countdown. Bella was living the life… but it was lonely, and she knew it. She just wanted to spend her last few months in freedom, but instead, she felt further and further enchained.

On the second of Simuary, Bella received the first notice. Then she received a second notice on Simbruary first, and more in Simarch, and the warning of collections. Her bills were stacking and she had no hope of paying them. Her salary as a movie extra, even if she had a small bit part here and there in Specific Hospital, wasn’t enough to cover her mounting credit card debt. Bella knew her parents would kill her if they found out, and she had no idea how Mortimer would react, but he wouldn’t be pleased. Bella asked her boss for an advance, but that only worked one time because she now owed him more than twice her normal salary.

Before the start of Passover season, Bella escaped to the Simardi Gras celebration in Rio de Simnero with the Caliente twins. She knew that jet-setting wasn’t the answer to filling the hole in her heart, and it certainly wasn’t helping her pocket book, but Bella couldn’t help it. She was addicted to the power she felt when she swiped her card, knowing that the money wasn’t coming from her parents or the Goths. Bella indulged in the frivolity, dancing through the streets with purple, gold, and green beads flapping around her neck, flashing random lucky guys who bounced by, and making out with others in the dim-lit corners of raucous bars. She didn’t care who she was with or what really happened because in her drunken sensuality she could abandon her life for a weekend.

As Bella pulled her coat closer to her body, she shivered as an icy blast of wind whipped at her skirt. She thought about taking up a job as a fry cook at the same restaurant her classmate, Nina worked, but the pay was peanuts and she wouldn’t get her paycheck for three weeks. She chatted with Kaylynn about subbing at the day care, but they needed her to pass a background check. Bella figured her drunkenly disorderly stint from freshman year, and public indecency from streaking during rush week sophomore year probably would count against her. She went to see Danny, but he was penny pinching, having just purchased a ring for his girlfriend, Mary-Sue Oldie. They had met at the wedding, and her parents were long-time friends of the Burb family. Bella had been shocked Daniel was getting engaged so soon after the loss of his lover, and his unintentional confession of love for her, but she congratulated him, and realized she was out of luck. She could only do the one thing she had been dreading.

She stood in the solarium beneath a swinging lace fern in a cranberry crepe de Chine gown with an ebony sash and snowflake trellis on the floor-length skirt. It was much too early for evening wear, but she wanted to make an impression – one that was serious, while still appealing. She had been asked by the housekeeper if she wished to keep her coat as the furnace had not been given a chance to heat the entirety of the large house this early in the morning. She shook her head, well aware this would dampen the effect of her sudden appearance. Her hair was perfectly curled, down from its usual position, and flowing free around her shoulders. Bella stared out at the late spring snow, her head tilted elegantly in the early morning light as she watched the flakes fall. The fifth of Simmay was much too late for snow, she puzzled. The housekeeper had instructed her to wait after she said it was urgent she see the master of the house.

When he arrived, he appeared significantly under-dressed in comparison, a brown plaid robe, open and untied, thrown over his black boxer shorts. He looked as though he carelessly dressed after the housekeeper roused him from sleep. He ran a hand through his tousled strawberry blonde locks, and grinned sheepishly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.

“Mr. Landgrabb, I haven’t come here on a whim. I know you’re a busy man,” she spoke briskly.

Mr. Landgrabb?” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck with a cheeky grin. “Why it’s good to see you too, Ms. Bachelor.”

She eluded his outstretched hand in greeting, and brushed past the keys of the upright piano, resuming her position staring out the window, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Oh, perhaps were you expecting a kiss?” Malcolm said, approaching behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I recall we’re quite good at kissing.”

Bella glared at the snow. “You did more than kiss me last time we were in Rio.”

Malcolm chuckled, pecking her cheek respectfully. “Is that what you came for?”

“No,” she shook her head vehemently. “Simardi Gras was a mistake.”

Malcolm exhaled heavily as he plopped on the brown couch across the room, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “Too bad… it was fun.”

Bella gritted her teeth and balled her fists before composing herself.

“I see you resumed the family trade in Pleasantview,” she remarked as she turned. “Business must be good. This house is nice.”

“You mean my mansion?” Malcolm winked. “Yeah, I suppose it’s big enough.”

“And Ms. Upsnott approves?” Bella said, and what she didn’t add was…of your ridiculous womanizing? 

Bella imagined she was not the only one Malcolm had entertained in his home, even after his Simuly wedding to Brittany last year.

He moved from his lounging position to a seated position. “Mrs. Landgrabb,” he corrected. “…prefers city to country life. But not me…” he flicked a stray leaf from the edge of the couch.

“Big fish. Little pond. Same old tactics, Malcolm,” Bella narrowed her eyes.

“Can I get you anything Bella?” Malcolm asked, his eyes twinkling. “Would you like some coffee? A glass of juice? Maybe a pop tart?”

Bella sniffed. “You eat pop tarts?”

“Well,” he began, flexing as he stood. “I do work off all the calories within an hour,” he rubbed his bicep. “So why are you here, Bella?”

“I recall you said you loved me once,” she stated.

Malcolm dropped his arms, his lips parting slightly.

“I also know that your family has recently completed a billion Simoleon merger with the Hogan family for control of their diners,” Bella lowered her eyes.

“So you keep up with the financial section of the Money Market Lane Journal?” Malcolm smirked.

“Nice acquisition,” she remarked. “Pays a pretty penny too. And I heard you inherited control.”

“You need money?” he scoffed. “I can hardly just write you a check, Bella Bachelor. People would be suspicious.”

“How would you like to continue our affair…indefinitely?” she arched a brow.

Malcolm coughed in complete surprise. Bella knew this wasn’t the best plan, but it was the only plan she could think of that made sense right now. She would rather be someone’s mistress for life than trapped as a wife to a man she hardly knew.

“The Hogan family has a piece of property in Sunlit Tides. Now the deed is in the Hogan name, but the property technically was acquired by you in the merger, am I right?” she continued. “I recall you once offering to run away with me, Malcolm, because you loved me, right? And you are about the only person who could successfully hide me from the Goths.”

“Now, wait a minute,” Malcolm straightened to his full height. “Bella, what are you suggesting?”

“I was thinking I might just drop out of school and retire to the Simiribbean. Change my name. Dye my hair. Learn new hobbies. And you could come visit me,” Bella said casually, though hurriedly.

“Bel…I…you want to be a kept woman?” Malcolm’s jaw dropped open. “But…why?”

Bella continued boldly, rushing her words before she lost confidence. “Because I’m expecting your child, Malcolm.”


Author Note: In my Simworld,  Passover is the Jacoban and Peteran form of Easter. Simardi Gras is evidently Mardi Gras, or the Fat Tuesday celebration before the start of Passover season. Typically, Mardi Gras is 47 days before Easter. The Eastern Orthodox church has a later calendar than the Western calendar. In my Simworld, Passover (Easter) begins later in the year, following a Devourtarian (my Simworld version of the Orthodox church) calendar. In this year, Bella celebrates Simardi Gras in late Simarch and she visits Malcolm on Passover Sunday in early Simmay.

Clock Square is a play on Times Square. The Hogan family owns the Hogan’s Deep Fried Diner franchise, though it has now been acquired by the Landgrabbs. Hope you enjoyed.

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Uni Years, Episode 11, Rendezvous (LVB)

Red sneakers kicked up dust along the pathway entering Wild Horse Park, the sound oddly soothing to a frustrated college coed. It was as if the ground was welcoming Bella back to her familiar jogging trail. She strayed to the edge, lightly stepping across the grass, skirting the edge of the blue waters of the central pond. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of birds chirping, happy at the approaching long summer days.

Bella, on the other hand, dreaded the thought of her upcoming vacation. While her classmates gushed about their summer plans, she recognized the one thing in all their stories that was missing from her own – family. Her friends talked about camping trips, seaside escapades, patriotic parades, and amusement park adventures and with sisters and brothers, parents, aunts, and uncles, and cousins. Bella would be spending, yet another summer, with her aging grandparents in Simspania. Sure, they were family, but it was more like punishment than pleasure. Last summer, Bella had spent the entire time mucking the horse stables and tending to the fields, hardly fun and games, and her parents didn’t come to visit her once. Michael, her little brother, did make the trek up to Neighorly City last Simgust to help her move into her dorms again, but he didn’t even stay the night. This year, Mortimer would be in Simpan for business, and even Malcolm was headed to Osimceana instead of the Sim Union, both on the other side of the world from her summer home.

As Bella rounded the park for the third time, she exhaled heavily. She much preferred the outdoors to the treadmills in the fieldhouse. She didn’t particularly appreciate gym nuts staring at her body while she pounded the nylon-polyester, as if her body was a exhibit at the zoo. Last time she worked out in public, she had three guys drooling over her as they lifted weights behind her, no doubt staring at her booty, and a freshman girl struggling desperately to keep up with her pace at her side, constantly peppering her with unwanted questions about where she went to get her tan and who her hair stylist was. The park was more of a safe haven for Bella, on the edge of town, away from curious eyes and flapping lips.

Nonetheless, today she felt uneasy, as if someone was watching her. She glanced about, unable to find the source of her discomfort. A pigeon fluttered from a tree, and she whipped her gaze upward, faintly seeing the outlines of a white tee shirt among the leaves in the high branches. Perhaps a bird watcher, but more likely a peeping Tom.  Bella grumbled beneath her breath, deciding this loop would be her last.

Ever since she had been spotted in Starlight Shores attending a movie premier with Mortimer last Christmas, she had been hounded by paparazzi. Everyone wanted to know why one of the most successful and wealthy businessmen from the West Coast was seen with a college girl from the countryside town of Pleasantview. The general public suspected a romance blossoming between Mr. Goth and Ms. Bachelor, but thankfully, after three months, the intensity of the gossip magazines and news columns died down. Even so, that didn’t seem to stop the occasional over-eager reporter looking to snap a photograph of Bella. 
The man, and source of her unease, jumped to the ground from his hiding spot in the upper tree branches, however, Bella was too distracted by the man waiting for her on the park bench at the end of the pathway.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, slowing to a stop.

It was broad daylight in a public park and Malcolm Landgrabb IV was grinning up at her casually as if it didn’t matter if they were seen together.

“What? I can’t come watch you run?” he asked. “It is a free country…” he tucked his arms behind his head and intertwined his fingers with a smug smile. “…I could be contemplating the fish in the pond here or perhaps I was thinking about taking up bird watching. I hear the robins over here are a particularly interesting species.”

“Sure,” Bella rolled her eyes, plopping down on the bench. “And you just so happen to time it perfectly to see me?”

“Or I could just need a reprieve on a hot Simmay day and this tree-shaded bench is perfect for my needs,” he smiled, dropping one of his hands down and touching the edge of her fingers. “Hello Bella…” he said softly.

“Hello Malcolm,” she shivered delightedly at his touch.

“I’ve missed you,” he said in a low voice.

“I saw you this morning in our joint stress, coping, and wellness class,” she replied. “You missed me after oh what?” she glanced at her watch… Mortimer’s…and suddenly aware of its ownership, she covered her wrist. “…four hours?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his excited tone stirring her blood.

She was grateful he made the trek, as finals were next week, and after that, she wouldn’t see him for the whole summer. She wanted as much time with Malcolm as possible, and yet she was still timid about meeting him in public. 

“What does Brittany say about your rendezvous with another woman?” Bella dared to ask.

“What Brittany doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her,” he shrugged. “Plus we could simply say we are meeting to discuss a class project.”

“What class project?” she inquired. “As I recall, you weren’t even supposed to be in my class.”

“What can I say, Bella Bachelor?” Malcolm replied, his nickel blue eyes twinkling. “I am drawn to you. I had to build in a perfectly acceptable excuse to see you so I signed up for your course. It works as an elective for me.”

“It’s my elective too, you know,” Bella said, flattered that he had found a way to fit an unnecessary course into this past semester and impressed that the class managed to count toward his major.

“Well, I elected to see you, and it’s perfectly explainable to Brittany if she asks why we’re studying together,” he continued, running a hand through his neatly groomed blonde locks.

Bella giggled. “Are you actually studying stress management techniques or are you studying something else?”

“What do you think?” he smirked, leaning close until she could feel his soft breath on her face.

“Come here.”

 

Uni Years, Episode 8, Sleepless (LVB)

Wind chimes? Was that what had awakened her? Bella roused from her sleeping position, letting her legs dangle off the bed. The tinny tubular metals on strings tinkled around outside her bedroom window. As soon as spring arrived again, her next-door neighbor loved to hang the intricate little wind instruments, but this was the third time they had broken through Bella’s sleep. She rubbed her eyes, feeling a slow creeping horror as she realized she smudged her makeup. I went to bed fully clothed again. 

Bella flopped back on her pillow, tilting the clock to see the time. It was the only thing in the room piercing through the night, as the street lamp was out again, so the room was fully dark. The red rays displayed the time – 2:59.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bella groaned, plunking back on her pillow, with her arm tucked behind her head.

Bella had stayed up to finish a term paper, and had only crashed about an hour and a half ago. She had an 8a.m. humanities class, and as easygoing and lenient as Professor Larrea was, Bella doubted she would appreciate her students falling asleep in class. Perhaps, Bella should just skip class.

The incessant dinging of the wind chimes grated on her nerves. Bella grunted, rolling out of bed and flipping on the overhead light. If the only way to sleep was to remove the wind chimes from the window sill, she’d do it, even if it meant risking her suite mate’s wrath. Then again… it might not be such a good idea… Bella stared down at her bare feet. She needed something to help her sleep and she knew just the trick. Standing in front of the mirror, Bella freshened her makeup, and pulled on her tennis shoes one a a time without untying the laces. As she hopped up and down, she nearly fell over, and reached out to brace herself against the smooth glass. Touching her reflection, Bella wondered if she really should be doing this, but quickly averted her eyes to avoid feeling guilty. Stepping into the lit hallway, she snaked her way through the building, walked out the front door, and then felt for her key and ID in her pocket. Satisfied she wasn’t being watched, she bolted from Landgrabb Boarding House around the curve to the Peanut Street Apartments, complex B. As she climbed the steps of the other building, she laid a hand across her stomach. Butterflies! Bella lifted her chin high. She had no reason to be nervous.

The man opened the door, shirtless in his boxer shorts, after Bella knocked thrice. She stepped into the duplex kitchen, and smiled, wrapping her arms around her lover.

“Another sleepless night?” he asked.

She nodded, leaning into his hug.

“I’m so glad you came,” he murmured, pulling her into his tight embrace. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she stood on tiptoe, lifting her head, and taking a long, sweet drink of his lips. “There. That always makes me feel better.”

“I am happy to oblige,” he said with a smile. “You’re lucky. My roommate is out tonight.”

“Your roommate is always out,” Bella said, nonchalantly, stepping into his kitchen and dragging a finger across the sunny wood table. “I see she left behind flowers.”

“It baffles me that Allegra wants to be a florist,” he said, wrapping his hulking arms around Bella. “…last week she was burning her bras on the campus quad and this week she’s leaving daffodils everywhere.”

“Don’t judge,” Bella whipped around and pushed her index finger into his hairy chest.

“Yeah, but she’s into women,” he grunted, taking a step back from the pain of Bella’s nail digging into his flesh.

“That’s why I am totally okay with you rooming with her,” Bella remarked. “…even though I haven’t officially met her.”

“She’s pretty cool, even if she’s into protesting against the administration, ” he said. “You could come over for dinner sometime and meet her.”

“She’s in my humanities class actually,” Bella replied. “But remember, you and I…” she lifted a finger to his lips. “…we’re kinda on the DL.”

“You could come as a friend,” he replied. “I could host a dinner party.”

“Do you think you could keep your hands off me for one night?” she grinned.

He yanked her to his side, wrapping one arm around her shoulder and neck, and lingered a mere inch from her mouth.

“I can’t keep my hands off you now, Bella Bachelor,” he whispered excitedly.

“Exactly,” she whispered back. “So what makes you think you could then, Malcolm Landgrabb?”

He sighed and leaned fully into her lips, and she opened allowing him to enter. He sent delighted shivers through her vein and down her spine. She felt honored to have such an incredible lover. Malcolm had taught her about the whole wonderful world of sex, something no one had ever taken the time to teach her before. Of course, her mother had given her the “safe sex” talk, but in the technical doctor-patient kind-of way, not really answering any of her questions about love and pleasure, and she certainly wasn’t going to get those kinds of answers from her father. Simis had merely told her to wait until marriage because that’s what the Good Book said to do, and if she needed advice on patience, she should read it. Bella scoffed internally. The Good Book had nothing to say about how good sex is. How could she wait when this scrumptious man was right before her eyes?

Malcolm lifted Bella into his arms, and her heart beat a little faster, anticipating all the lovely things that would happen next. She almost wished she did have someone to talk to about this passionate affair of hers, but Jennifer wouldn’t understand. Her best friend was intentional about waiting for her wedding night with John, and she even wore a purity ring to prove her dedication. Bella wasn’t close enough with anyone else to really discuss matters of the heart… or the body. Malcolm was sucking on her earlobes as he carried her up the stairs, and she flinched at the sensation. He started trailing kisses down her neck and she exploded with giggles. 

Twenty minutes later, they lay on the bed, panting as they stared up at the ceiling together. Malcolm retrieved his boxer shorts from the floor and Bella got redressed before climbing back onto the bed. She intertwined his fingers with her own and sighed happily. Pure bliss. 

“I love you,” he said softly as he kissed her hair.

Bella jolted so quickly she bumped her head off the bed frame. “What? Do you mean that?”

“Of course, I do, silly,” he nuzzled her nose. “I wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He sounded so confident. Bella wished she could say she felt the same way. She wished she could say that she loved him. But in all honesty, she didn’t know. She loved being together. She loved the way he made her feel. She loved that he cared for her unlike any other man in her life thus far. It was nice to be cared for… but was it enough? She loved that she felt safe with her first partner. But she didn’t love the fact that both of them were engaged to other people. Bella bit her lower lip.

“Say something, Bella,” Malcolm probed.

He knew. She knew. They both knew. And yet when they were together, they denied it. They had bonded in the summer in Simspania over the fact that they both stuck in arranged marriages – Bella to a man who could save her family from financial ruin and Malcolm to a woman who could increase his family’s real estate holdings with many of her family’s restaurants. Neither one of them loved their future spouses, but they tolerated them for the sake of family. But Bella felt like she deserved more.

She was still young. She wanted to explore. She wanted to date. She wanted to try new things. Sometimes she felt her parents agreed to this so they didn’t have to worry about her dating at all. Well, if they could see me now… little do they know… Little did anyone know. Sometimes she wished she had never met Mortimer Goth. Sometimes she wished she had never rescued him from a watery demise, and then she would immediately feel guilty. Even if she despised their arrangement, Bella could never knowingly let a person die.

Sometimes she wondered what her life would be like if fate hadn’t intervened. Bella might not have gone to university. She may have needed to work a job. Her parents may have lost their house and they would have needed to downsize. Her little brother may have been forced to go to public school. But she would be a free woman. Free to date whomever she chose. Free to be in a relationship with Malcolm Landgrabb the IV… that is if he wasn’t still engaged to Brittany Upsnott, the queen of Tri-Var Sorority house, and the sole heiress to the Blackbird Gourmet Burgers and Brews restaurant chain.

If fate hadn’t intervened, Bella may have been able to seal her own, and help her family by marrying Malcolm instead of her own free will. His family was wealthy enough, and had just as much money and class as the Goths. However, during her few encounters with Margaret Landgrabb, Malcolm’s mother, Bella knew she would have needed to strive to win the Landgrabb family approval. Margaret had called Bella a “social climbing weasel” and a “gold digger,” though Bella had no idea what the woman’s problem was or why she cared. It wasn’t as if the Landgrabbs and Goths ran in the same social circles.

If fate hadn’t intervened, maybe Bella could have spent Christmas with her own family this past term, instead of visiting the Goth family manor in Sunset Valley. Christmas just didn’t seem the same without snow. Mortimer was kind and obliging, but also distant. He didn’t even hug her hello when she had arrived, and he wouldn’t hold her hand, not even when they were alone. There was no love there, and he had faithfully kept his promise to not touch her until they were married, much to Bella’s relief.

Mortimer’s kid sister, Morgana followed Bella around like a lost puppy asking all sorts of curious questions. Mortimer’s younger brother, Gunther Jr. was actually fairly close in age to Bella, but he kept his distance, seeming to disapprove of her in some way. His older sister, Minerva was spent half a day with the family before flouncing off to Southern Califorsimia to spend with her boyfriend, and from the whispering gossip among the staff, Bella sensed Minerva’s gentleman wasn’t approved by the family either. Gunther Sr., Mortimer’s father, was reserved, but polite. He served as the dean of Sunset University, and mostly talked about the school and politics, two things that did not interest Bella. Cordelia, his wife and Mortimer’s mother, seemed to be the only one who was pleased by her future daughter-in-law, and delighted in measuring Bella for wedding dresses and tiaras and veils, dragging her to two dozen shops between Sunset Valley and Bay City. Bella was happy for the attention, but still annoyed at the circumstances.

If fate hadn’t intervened, maybe Bella could have found a way to go to university anyway. She could’ve taken a gap year, and then started late. Perhaps she would’ve dated Daniel, or she could’ve found another single guy, maybe like that strange man Emit Relevart, whom she also rescued last fall when he had collapsed in front of her door. Bella narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t seen Emit since that night, and she wondered if he had transferred, or if he was a ghost, or he simply wasn’t a student. Sim State University was very large, so it was possible to never see someone in one’s entire time in college. Still, she wondered about him from time to time, and the thinking about how he ended up at her door still sent shivers through her spine – gangs of people beating up open supernaturals.

“Are you okay, darling?” Malcolm interjected.

She shook her head and leaned against his bare chest, closing her eyes. “I’m just tired. Can I ask you a favor?”

It was evident by the delay in his response that she hadn’t answered his question, or said anything at all. Nonetheless he answered.

“Name it.”

“Sing me a song.”

“A song?” he stroked her hair. “Okay…” he seemed to think about this for a moment. “The itsy bitsy spider…”

Bella turned over and whacked him in the stomach.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I’ll sing you a different song.”

“You better,” she grinned, though he couldn’t see her in the dark as she planted a kiss on his lips, turned back over, and snuggled under the covers.

Malcolm was quiet for a moment before singing again, this time, slower, and softer, “Love me tender. Love me sweet.”

Bella smiled as she closed her eyes.

“You’re singing me Elvis.”

“Elvis never dies,” he said, nuzzling her head. “Never let me go.”

“Mmm… please don’t,” she sighed pleasantly.

“Shh… just let me sing. Fall asleep to my voice,” he said quietly. “You have made my life complete and I love you so.”

As he continued singing, Bella wondered if he knew the truth. I don’t love him. I have to tell him I don’t love him. What am I doing? She let herself relax. He had to think she was sleepy. She would make him think that. Just like I made him think I love him? Sleeping together was a foolish idea. I care about him. I just don’t love him. He repeated the song, and this time, Bella felt her eyelids grow heavy. I can keep a secret … she thought as she drifted to sleep.


Author Note: The plot thickens. Yes, Bella is still engaged to Mortimer, in case you forgot. Malcolm Landgrabb the IV is also engaged to Brittany Upsnott, who is a Sim found in the Sims 2 and recreated for Sims 3 by psychedelicsims and OkieOK01, and so is Allegra Gorey, Malcolm’s roommate.

In case you didn’t pick up on it, time has passed. It is now spring of Bella’s sophomore year. Blackbird Gourmet Burgers and Brews is a play on the Red Robin burger restaurant chain in the United States. Hope you enjoyed!

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