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Chapter 16: Ghosts Roaming in Chapels

Penulis: Penella
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He turned to face me. “Who are you, Amara? And why did Sera insist on hiring you?”

The question winded me. I felt my heart leap to my throat. He wasn’t asking like a stranger. He was asking like a man about to discover a truth he wasn’t ready for.

I looked at him, really looked at him. I couldn’t tell if his confusion was practiced or real. I wanted to scream. I wanted to drag the truth out of him.

“I’m the wedding planner,” I said, forcing a calm smile. “You hired me to make sure your day runs smoothly. I’m the woman who makes miracles happen under budget. Isn’t that what you said in your interview to Forbes, Mr. Blackwood?”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

I stepped closer, arms folded. “Maybe I’m not obligated to give you one.”

His brow arched. “You’re mysterious.”

“You’re manipulative.”

Silence. A heavy pause thick with tension.

Then he walked toward the pews and sat. “I’m not going to lie to you, Amara. There are gaps. Things no one wants to explain to me. Every time I ask about
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