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Shayle's POV

The mirror did not feel like an enemy tonight; it felt like a witness.

I stood still while my mother worked behind me, her hands careful, almost shaking, as if one wrong move might make me disappear again. The room smelled faintly of lavender and old wood. It was quiet in a way that pressed on my chest.

“You do not have to look so tense,” she murmured, fingers smoothing the fabric over my shoulders. “You look beautiful.”

I swallowed. “Beautiful does not fix anything.”

She paused.
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    Six months laterThe wedding had been small, intimate, exactly what we wanted despite his mother's initial protests. A garden ceremony with close friends and family, vows that made me cry, and a reception that ended with us sneaking away early because neither of us wanted to share the night with anyone else.Now, sitting in our apartment on a lazy Sunday morning, I still caught myself staring at the wedding band that had joined my engagement ring. Mrs. Shayle Aurelian-Dorne. The name felt foreign and right all at once."You are doing it again," Lucien called from the kitchen."Doing what?""Staring at your hand like it might disappear."I laughed, pulling my gaze away. "It is still surreal."He appeared in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, wearing nothing but pajama pants and bedhead. Married life looked good on him. Softer somehow. More relaxed."Get used to it," he teased, crossing to press a kiss to my temple before settling beside me on the couch. "You are stuck with me now.""Poor

  • My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me   116

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  • My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me   115

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  • My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me   114

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  • My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me   112

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