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Chapter 7

Author: Samantha Ely
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Bella

I took a deep breath, staring into the mirror in front of me. My reflection looked calm, but I could feel the tremble in my hands as I smoothed down the front of my gown. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights—ivory lace over a structured silk bodice that hugged my curves in all the right places. The neckline was a soft, off-the-shoulder sweep, with the sleeves being sheer and featuring delicate floral appliqué that provided just enough coverage to make me feel confident. The skirt flowed from the waist in gentle layers, skimming over my hips and cascading down like a waterfall. It was elegant, romantic, and designed to celebrate my shape rather than hide it. I didn’t feel quite like myself, not entirely—but maybe that was the point. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to.

Elena stood behind me, beaming with excitement. Her smile was wide and genuine. “I’m so excited we’re going to be sisters,” she told me, clapping her hands together. Her cheeks were flushed from all the running around
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