A huge, priceless pickup pulled into the driveway. It parked off to the side, and three girls of Bridget's age in designer clothes hopped out. "Bridget!" was called several times as they walked up to say hi. She greeted them all with big Texas-sized hugs. "Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've seen you guys!" Bridget linked arms with one of the girls, a tall, slender brunette, and all four walked up to the house. "I have your dresses, you guys," she said with a smile. "The ones you emailed to us? I loved those!" Another girl, an African American with amazingly long legs, asked giddily. "Yeah!" Bridget replied with a laugh. They all entered the house.
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As soon as Bridget got the three situated with makeup artists and dresses, she walked back outside just in time to greet her family. Another big pickup pulled in, this time only carrying her mother and father. A very tall, work-muscled man stepped out first, followed by a petite woman that looked just like Bridget. They were both in formal wear. "Daddy! Mom!" She ran up to greet them, running into her dad's arms for a hug. "Oh, Bridget, we haven't seen you in ages!" He said. Her reply of "I know!" was muffled by the expensive suit he wore. She broke away and was grabbed up in a crushing hug by her mom. "Ma!" She laughed. "Mom, I haven't seen you in forever! You look awesome! How's Tyrone?" She said, asking about her mother's prized QH. "The old guy's better than ever," She said with a grin.
