Rosa’s POV The next morning, Sophie arrived at the penthouse before Rosa had even finished her breakfast. She walked through the front door carrying three garment bags, two boxes of shoes, and a folder that looked suspiciously important. Rosa stared at everything, then at Sophie. “What is all this?” Sophie smiled like someone who had been waiting all night to say the words. “Your dress appointment. Today.” Rosa nearly dropped her fork. The wedding was getting closer, and somehow the reality of it had become much more frightening than she expected. This was not Vegas. There would be no impulsive decision, no borrowed dress, no running from one life into another. This time, she would have to choose exactly what she wanted to wear when she walked toward Daniel.Daniel entered the dining room a few minutes later, already dressed for work, his tie slightly loose around his neck. His eyes immediate
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