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the stillness of the dressing room. Tomorrow, she would be a wife o

hing tugg

ity. Her phone, blinki

have looked.

casual, too intimate-threaded together in betrayal

She simply removed her veil, folding

ut to witness. The girl staring back at h

essentials: her grandmother'

t of the fantasy, out of the life cur

e. No

ho had finally

know what

uldn't be

be the