Who Will Become His Bride

vives them all...

at my fat

wedding vow was just anoth

you're about to

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dering it,

were getting sentimental. Fifty wom

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just like y

men shut up. But not Lorenzo. He's been my right hand since

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silence, and my father love

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in an hour. My so-called

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are stained with s

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nows

her name

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vagant as it is suffocating. Crystal chandeliers. Mar

head of the room, dressed

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ke oil on fire. "You're not here by

rs ri

fts a

game. You're here to prove one thin

man swears un

t move. Do

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n all eyes

m without

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ends and the women are shown t

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t approach

others," I say, lea

in her expression. "Because I'

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, brows furrowed. "Eva Mo

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