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Ever After

作者: CiciMiller
last update 公開日: 2026-05-02 23:50:11

POV: Scarlett

Years passed.

The kind of years Scarlett had not let herself imagine when imagining were too dangerous ordinary years, peaceful years, years with no particular shape except the shape of a life being lived. Years made of scraped knees and bedtime negotiations and birthday cakes that didn't look like the ones in the pictures and holiday mornings and the specific, loud, recurring chaos of dinners with people who loved each other too much to be quiet about it.

The kind of years she h
CiciMiller

🎉❤️ We made it to the end of this beautiful journey. Thank you for reading, supporting, commenting, and loving Scarlett and Dominic’s story. What was your favorite moment in this book? Please share below, and thank you for being part of this journey ✨📖 CiciMiller love you all ❤️

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