KaylaThe dressing room smells like lilies and hairspray, thick enough to cling to my throat. I try to breathe through it, but every time I close my eyes, I’m back there in that room. Mum’s hands brush over my arms as she adjusts my dress. “Something old,” she murmurs softly.She opens a small velvet box and pulls out a silver brooch, dulled with age, tarnished deep in the tiny grooves. I recognize it immediately. It’s been sitting in storage for years, wrapped in tissue paper and memory. She pins it inside my bodice, right over my heart.“This was my mother’s,” she says. “She gave it to me the day I married your father.”Her eyes meet mine, and for just a moment. “Even if my marriage was shit, Kayla,” she says quietly, “I pray yours is a whole lot better.”My throat tightens as I swallow.A whole lot better.I don’t even know if that’s possible anymore.A knock sounds at the door and someone slips in a sleek, black box. Inside is something new. A necklace. I'm guess this represent
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