Miguel took the towel from her and wiped her down quickly while Darius found her bra and panties on the floor and dressed her, straightening the gown, smoothing the lace."Lipstick." She grabbed it from her clutch, her hands shaking, and reapplied. "My hair. My hair is a disaster."Darius's hands came to her shoulders, and turned her to face the mirror. He smoothed her hair, tucking the strands back into place, and Miguel stood behind her, adjusting the neckline of her gown. "There." Miguel met her eyes in the mirror. "Beautiful bride. Not a thing out of place."Another knock. "Misha, sweetheart, they're waiting.""Coming." Her voice came out steady, and she was amazed at it. She took a breath, squared her shoulders, and smiled at herself in the mirror. She crossed to the door, unlocked it, and looked back. Miguel and Darius were straightening their suits, looking like nothing had happened. She stepped into the hallway, and her new husband caught her hand. "There you are." He kissed
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