Ashley’s POV“Finally,” I placed the last plate on the dining table. “The table’s ready!” I raised my voice enough for Stella to hear me.My eyes followed as she skipped down the stairs.“Ouu,” I whistled at her, scanning her dress. “Absolutely stunning?”‘You think?” she blushed and twirled.“I know,” I cupped her face. “You look perfect… just like-”I paused. She looked exactly like mom. Saying that could dull the mood tonight and she has to look her best.She smiled wider, “Like mom,” her eyes softened. “I know.”She knew.“You didn't have to do all this,” she said, glancing at the table.“I wanted to,” I replied. “It's been a while since we had something normal.”Her expression flickered for a second, then she nodded.“I hope tonight goes well,” she said.“It will,” I assured her, even though I was only hoping also.A knock came from the door. My heart skipped.“That should be him,” Stella said, already turning.I wiped my hand on the towel behind me and followed her. She opened
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