Hearing Dad's tired voice on the other end of the line, something tightened in my chest.I remembered the way he'd looked last time—cuffed and shoved into the back of a squad car.My fists clenched."This time," I said firmly, "don't partner with the Young family."He sounded confused, but I insisted. And in the end, he agreed, "Alright. Whatever you say."I finally let out a breath.By the time I hung up, the car had pulled up in front of the bridal shop. I got out and helped Grace out of the car. We walked in together.The moment we stepped into the store, I spotted Connor. He was standing in front of a display, his eyes glued to a sleek designer suit, practically drooling over it."If Caleb wore this suit," he said dreamily, "he'd look amazing, huh?"Madison stood beside him. At his words, her brow twitched. "Don't mention his name. He's lost his mind. Honestly, though, Connor, you'd look better in it than he ever would."Connor gave an awkward little laugh. "Really? I mean,
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