Evelyn's POVShoes were like men—if anything, they should be the ones adjusting to me, not the other way around. And if I didn’t have them, so what? I still had my own two feet, and honestly, I could probably move faster without them.“Lift the bride a little higher—yes, that’s perfect, hold it right there.”The sudden, bright voice cut through the quiet street, pulling my attention away from my spiraling thoughts.Across the road, a couple dressed in wedding attire was posing for photos under the dim glow of streetlights, the groom kneeling with a bouquet in hand, offering it to the bride with exaggerated care.Here?In the middle of the night?Did they actually think this was romantic?Julian glanced down at my hurried steps, about to say something, but before he could, I had already taken off, crossing the street without waiting for him.“Why are you marrying her?”I shoved past the photographer without hesitation, pointing straight at the groom, my voice sharp with barely containe
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