The next morning, the mountain fog hung thick over the village.By the time Joseph came back, it was already noon. He found me and pulled out his phone. The screen displayed photos of many different elegant wedding dresses."You saw these on my phone before. I remember you said you liked them," he said excitedly. "Pick one. Once we go down the mountain, you'll wear it for our wedding."I lifted my rough, chapped hand and gently brushed my finger across the screen.The women of Pine Ridge spent their days working. Year after year, we wore dark, coarse clothes stained by sun, dirt, and labor.Four years ago, Joseph had shown me photos from his best friend's wedding. That was the first time I had ever seen a white wedding dress, the first time I saw anything so pure and beautiful.Back then, all I wanted was the chance to wear one someday and walk out of these mountains with him. Now, that chance was gone."It's not needed anymore," I said, shaking my head.Joseph's grip tightened
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