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"How about this?"

She got up in a champagne dress, it was long and if measured it would reach my feet. It was so simple to look at, just right for me.

"I want the black one, Glazilda." Boredly I said.

He insisted that I not wear the black dress I chose, why is it beautiful, ah?

"Celeste, for goodness sake! You're going to attend a wedding not a party!"

Henry held him by the shoulder so he looked at him.

"Let her be."

I grinned. Because the dress is really beautiful, only the bride can really choose it.

"What let her be, Henry? I will not let, Celeste. Wear that dress!"

Henry looked at him giving up immediately, because of that. He let go of Glazilda and looked at me as if there was nothing he could do. Under!

"It's a formal dress, Glazilda."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "It is a formal dress....but it's a wedding, that's not a good look."

I held my breath. I know that, I just really wanted to make fun of him. As time goes on, Glazilda becomes more grumpy.

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