“How was the honeymoon?” “It was… good.” He looked at me with sharp, intelligent eyes. “How are you doing, Dahlia?” “I’m fine,” I said. Weston raised a single, dark eyebrow. “I am talking about the day of the wedding.” “Oh,” I murmured, looking down as understanding dawned on me. “I’m okay, as y
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