Pregnant By My Ex-Boyfriend's Father
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Luna's suite was controlled chaos.
Victoria managing hair and makeup. Catherine, now ninety-four and in a wheelchair but still sharp, supervising everything.
"The flowers need adjusting!" Catherine commanded.
"Grandma, the flowers are perfect," Luna said, remarkably calm.
"Perfect can always be MORE perfect."
Sarah helped Luna into her dress—elegant. Simple. Stunning.
"How do I look?" Luna asked, turning.
I started crying immediately.
"Mama! Don't CRY! You'll ruin your makeup!"
"Too late. You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."