AVAThe day I married Colton Sinclair, no one was bleeding.No one was running.No one was lying.There were no contracts hidden beneath flowers, no security threats disguised as guests, no cameras waiting to turn love into evidence.Just Liliane’s garden dressed in white roses, soft gold light spilling over the greenhouse glass, and the people who had become mine.David stood beside me at the entrance to the aisle, his arm looped through mine with exaggerated seriousness.“You okay?” he whispered.I looked down at my gown, at the lace brushing my wrists, at the skirt that made me feel like someone from a dream I used to be too tired to imagine.“I think so.”“You look scared.”“I’m not.”He narrowed his eyes.I smiled. “I’m overwhelmed.”“Oh.” He nodded like that was acceptable. “That makes sense.”Ahead of us, Molly stood near the arch in pale champagne silk, already crying and pretending she wasn’t. Agnes sat in the front row with a handkerchief clutched in both hands, tears shinin
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