Epilogue Author's POV They say no matter how pretty the next woman is, they could never outshine the bride.And that was the case of our dear Rosalia Hawthorne.She stood in front of the mirror, her white dress falling around her in wave. She practically was a chandelier with the way she glowed, the diamonds on her shimmered under the light, hugging her frame perfectly, every bead on the bodice catching and reflecting tiny sparks of gold. She looked so breathtaking that for a moment she hardly recognized herself. A lump rose in her throat, her vision blurring as tears began to well once more.“Don’t you dare,” Lana warned, leaning in, pointing her makeup brush like a weapon. “Lady Rosalia, I swear, if you cry one more time, I won’t be able to fix this again. Do you want to walk down the aisle with streaks on your face?”Rosalia let out a watery laugh, blinking rapidly to push the tears back before they spilled. “I can’t help it,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I just… I can’t b
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