Anastasia's POVThe bridal room was quiet for the first time all morning.Zara had swept through an hour earlier with a steamer, a hairbrush, and a stack of last-minute notes. Now she stood at the door with one hand on the frame, looking at me in my dress and then at the woman beside me. Her face softened."I will give you two a minute," she said. "Just one. I have a schedule.""You always have a schedule.""And it is beautiful." She winked, slipped out, and shut the door.Nana sat on the small sofa by the window in a pale blue dress and a string of pearls I had seen only twice in my life. Her hands rested in her lap. For a long while she said nothing and simply looked at me."Nana? Are you all right?""I am perfectly fine." Her voice wobbled. "I am looking at my granddaughter."I crossed the room, holding my skirt in both hands. The gown was plain ivory silk with a long train and no beads, the one I had chosen after all those samples. I sat beside her, and she took my hands."You wer
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