POV: EmilyThe dress cost more than my father's first car. I knew because the stylist told me, cheerfully, while tightening the corset at the back. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at a woman I didn't recognize. White lace, fitted waist, hair pinned up with small pearls threaded through it. Beautiful, in the way that things purchased with money tend to be.Outside the church doors, I could already hear them. Cameras. Voices. The low roar of a crowd that had gathered because Alexander Kane was getting married and that was apparently news worth standing in the cold for."Sixty seconds," someone said near the door.I picked up my bouquet. White roses. No one had asked what I liked.The doors opened. The noise hit me first. Camera shutters firing like rainfall, voices rising, a blur of faces pressed against barriers lining the path. I walked, because that was the only option. I kept my chin level and my shoulders back and I thought about my father, who was home this morning, safe
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