Mark was twenty minutes late.As he entered the bridal shop, the bell over the door tinkled, and he twirled his jacket off, and not paying much attention to the room, as if it were nothing more than a dream."Ava?" he called.Half-dressed, just as she was about to leave the mirror, stood Ava, in an ugly white dress that the seamstress was prodding at her waist."You're late," she said lowly."Sorry," Mark replied. "Traffic."That just sounded like an FYI.The seamstress pleasantly smiled at him. "You must be the groom."“Well, yes,” Mark said, but you could read the tone.He approached nearer, looked at the dress a moment, and walked off.Ava saw it. "Well?" smiling, the seamstress inquired. "What do you think?"Mark stammered. "It’s…nice."Just nice. Ava felt her chest tighten."You don't like it?" she asked.Mark dabbed his neck. "I didn't say that."“You were not very sincere about it, Ava said.The seamstress laughed. "He's probably just nervous."Mark nodded. "Yeah. Nervous."Av
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