My Perfect Amnesia Wedding

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breath. "Put

voice was smooth, confide

you wan

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silence.

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the pen I was holding

me kind of

a loves the place. And you' re t

able," I said,

that owns this resort, Emily. He was very impressed with your work

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was on

said, my voice flat. "I

ey arrived for t

in designer labels, a smug

ly uncomfortable but trying t

d, air-kissing near my cheek. "

surrounded by mock-ups of floral

some ideas, but honestly, Alex said you had everything planned o

"He thought, and I agree, why reinvent the whe

terer I' d spent months vetting. The

ding, piece by piece, and

e continued, "Alex said they were your

my own express

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at plays Vivaldi? Divine. And that little bakery you fou

back to me, a twisted inv

something – guilt? unease? – in h

y voice a carefully modulated professional

ands. "I knew we coul

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u had on hold at Saks? Alex mentioned it. I tri

w, deliberate smi

closed be

moment, the silence of th

king out at the rolling vineyards, the

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