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g?" I wailed, releasing my anguish like a banshee against the fabric of his shirt. His hand glided down my back, and he tenderly rested his chin atop my veil, as though I were hi

f I were his everything, his entire

gh I barely registered his words, I continued sobbing into his shirt, leaving mascara smudge

ined there, weeping into his chest, feeling utterly forlorn and rejected. His fingers continue

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in a brisk pace. I looked up at him, bewildered by his sudden actions. Just

But now that you're here, I think it's appropriate for both of us to share a drink. Misery finds solac

ngri-La to confront the responsible parties amidst the aftermath of a ruined ceremony. At that moment, the decision seemed remarkably simple. This night couldn't become any

he pulled me closer to him once more. The sound of my name trailing off his tongue sent hot sp

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s mind. It aligned with what she needed, reflecting his own desires: a tranquil place that would offer a potent

n traversing parallel paths, each on opposite sides, until by some fortuitous twist of fate, they found themselves converging in the very center. His gaze wandered down the street until it settled upon La Cantine Russe—a perfect choice. His grandfather may have severed his primary source of income, but he had not considered the other assets still within Micheal's possession, he

black dress shirt and pants, an attire he had chosen for his grandfather's funeral, he couldn't help but notice how closely he resembled a d

ired, turning to face her. A curious expression played

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ack, greedily enjoying the luxury of feel

marked as they entered

glanced at him with a faint telltale blush of scarlet on her face. He liked that delicate coloring, it brought life to her saddened face. He could o

r table and immediately

f the corner of his eye, he noticed Angelina visibly tense, her head slightly lowered, seemingly uncertain of how to respond or what to do. He found her adorable in that moment. Taking her hand in his, he gently place

ore he took the liberty to cover for her gown while als

she left with a swish of her hair. In a matter of seconds, she returned

himself and poured. She nearly smiled as he continued to fill her c