Rachel’s POVIf someone had told me a year ago that I’d be standing in front of a three-way mirror wearing a wedding dress while my sister cried into a lace-trimmed handkerchief, I would have laughed Or walked away. Knowing the type of person I am, I will Probably do both. After everything that happened with Alex, my mum, Naomi, I already made up my mind not to be with man talkess of falling in love. But here I was, not only standing still, but letting myself be adored, Watched, despite the fact I hate being the spotlight, Celebrated, watching myself fall deeply in love and I was happily doing so."Okay," Naomi sniffled, then snapped her fingers. "Turn. Let me see the back again."I turned slowly, feeling the weight of the silk move like water around my calves. The dress wasn’t the one I’d tried on days ago. That one had been lovely, but it felt too serious and so unlike me, this one felt like a breath, Like possibility. Like me.It had a subtle sweetheart neckline, a low back, a
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