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The morning of

作者: Legna
last update publish date: 2026-05-08 02:43:11

Arya's POV

I didn't feel like a bride.

Not in the way people talked about it.

No butterflies.

No excitement.

No anticipation of my husband in a tux, waiting at the altar.

Nothing.

Just a lump that sat heavy in my throat as I stared at my reflection.

"Stop moving." Julia muttered behind me, adjusting my veil for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I'm not moving." Was always my reply.

"You are. It's annoying."

I huffed, but went still anyway, pressing my red lips together as I forced
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