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Chapter 15

Author: TemsRay
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I didn’t want to go at first.

Not because I didn’t want to try on a wedding dress but because the moment I did, it would start to feel real. Permanent. I wasn’t sure I could handle that. Not when everything inside me still felt like glass hanging on the edge of a table.

But Daphne wouldn’t hear it.

She stormed into my room just after breakfast, face painted in determination and a fresh coat of lip gloss, waving a schedule in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other.

“Up. Now. It’s your first fitting,” she announced like it was a royal decree.

I didn't argue. Truthfully, I was just grateful to have her talking to me again. Having her by my side felt like breathing again after holding my breath for days. I didn't have to pretend as much when she was near at least not until someone said "wedding" or "Ruben."

The car that came for us was sleek black luxury, as usual. The bridal atelier was deep in the city, nestled between tall glass buildings and designer showrooms. The kind of place I w
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