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Cage and I had made up, and I was getting married!
The dressing room was a sanctuary of elegance and anticipation. Soft golden lighting bathed the space, casting a warm glow over the ivory walls adorned with delicate floral patterns. A massive antique mirror stood against one side, its gilded frame reflecting the flurry of activity around me. Plush velvet chairs and a tufted chaise lounge sat near a row of garment racks holding the bridesmaids' dresses and last-minute alterations. A crystal chandelier sparkled overhead, illuminating a vanity table cluttered with makeup brushes, perfume bottles, and lace-trimmed handkerchiefs. The air smelled of fresh roses, vanilla, and a lingering trace of
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