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Chapter Eighty-Four: Wedding Errand
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The car ride back was quiet in the way only sisters could make it—full, not empty. The kind of silence that breathed. Tracy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absently against her thigh. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, dress bag folded in the back like a ghost neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Streetlights slid past the windshield in soft blurs. “So,” Tracy said finally. “What do you want to do?” Evelyn stared straight ahead. “I don’t know.” “That’s not an answer,” Tracy said gently. “But it’s okay if it’s the only one you’ve got.” Evelyn’s hands were folded in her lap, fingers twisting against each other, skin rubbing skin like she could wear herself down to something simpler. “I feel like everything I touch turns into a lie,” she said. Tracy’s jaw tightened. She didn’t argue. Didn’t soothe it away. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight,” Tracy said. “But you can’t keep pretending everything’s fine either. You’ll break.” Evelyn let out a breath t
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“What?” The word wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sharp. It was stunned. Bare. Like Tracy hadn’t prepared her face for it at all. Evelyn didn’t repeat herself. Couldn’t. The sentence had taken something out of her, like a rib slipping loose. “I don’t think I can continue with this wedding,” she said again anyway, quieter now, like maybe volume could soften impact. Tracy took a step back. Then another. She sank onto the velvet couch as if her knees had… given up. “You’re serious,” she said. Evelyn nodded. Once. Small. Controlled. Tracy ran a hand through her hair. Let out a breath that sounded like she’d been holding it longer than Evelyn realized. “Okay,” Tracy said slowly. “Okay. Then we need to talk. Like—really talk. Not vague-feelings talk. Not ‘I’m overwhelmed’ talk.” Evelyn swallowed. “What happened?” Tracy asked. The mirror caught everything. The way Evelyn’s shoulders lifted. The way her fingers twisted the lace at her hip until it wrinkled. “Evie,” Tracy said, firmer now.
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The boutique smelled like silk and perfume and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Or nostalgia. The kind that clung to the walls of places built for beginnings.Evelyn stood on a small circular platform, barefoot, the hem of the gown pooled around her like a quiet secret. Layers of ivory tulle. Lace that caught the light when she breathed. The dress fit her perfectly. Too perfectly. As if it had been waiting for her longer than she had been waiting for it.The seamstress knelt, murmuring to herself, pins flashing between her fingers. Someone adjusted the bodice at her back, tugged gently, then again.“Perfect,” the woman said softly. “Absolutely perfect.”Evelyn nodded.She’d been nodding all morning.Her reflection stared back at her from the three-way mirror—front, side, back—multiplying her into versions of herself she barely recognized. A bride. A promise. A future already written in chalk.Her chest tightened.“Evie?”Tracy’s voice came from the velvet couch behind her, warm
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