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Chapter Ten: Mrs. Rostova

Auteur: Selfless Peachy
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-31 18:24:49

The next morning, a group of women appeared at the door to dress me up. One of them worked on my nails, another on my hair, and a third on my makeup, while my dress hung ready in a corner of the room. I sat very still under their hands, answering their questions with nods, because I did not trust my voice.

After a few hours, I was standing in my wedding gown.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. The gown hugged my waist and fell in soft layers to the fl
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