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ly at the base of the wide sto

epped out first, the midday sun glinting off his

wearing a white, vintage Chanel tweed suit that Chris

g her eyes. She instinctively r

eld out his hand, his large

fraction of a second before pl

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ng on the striking couple, assuming they were ju

e chaotic noise of the crowded lobby hit Elen

overwhelming urge to r

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ice a lethal whisper, "the breach of con

lenching. "I wasn't going to ru

dy waiting for them near the clerk's office. They effic

aiting couples and were ushered dir

a wooden podium, offering

ds bounced off the wood-paneled walls, making th

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instantly. There was zero h

eyes locking onto Elenor with

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paperwork to legally change her last name, another small, cruel proof that she was never truly a part o

d into the back of her hand,

rew in a shaky breath, and force

rk, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the ju

brief, sterile press of lips against her ch

hands framing her face. He tilted her hea

was deep, consuming, and

tely overwhelmed her senses. Elenor's knees weakened, he

led back just enough to break the seal. His thu

rasped, his voice so lo

ribs. She saw a flash of dark, terrifying ob

judge slid the crisp, stamped mar