For ten years, these people had grown tired of me, eager to cut all ties.They rushed to pick Julian up from the airport,to wash away the so-called bad luck with a happy occasion.To have him marry Chloe and continue the family's honor and status.Twenty minutes later, ceremonial cannons boomed in front of the estate.Julian flinched, staring in shock at the brightly lit mansion."What is this?" he asked, his voice tight with confusion."Quick, change into this," Julian's cousin handed him a black tuxedo."It's custom-made. A perfect fit."Julian mechanically took the suit.As I shook my head,Julian's mother nodded repeatedly, pulling Julian inside to change.When I first came to this family, Julian's mother had shown me the heirloom wedding dress.Back then, I had imagined what Julian would look like in a groom's tuxedo.He was just as I had pictured: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, the black tailcoat making him look impossibly elegant.The ceremony had been simplified to suit Juli
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