A Second Chance: My Twin Mates
She blinked at me, and for a heartbeat her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“You always say the right thing.”
“Only because it’s true.”
Behind us, Maris had found a tiara display and was now balancing one on her head, looking every bit the mischievous princess she secretly believed she was.
“When I get married,” she declared, “I want one with real diamonds. The kind you can see from the moon!”
“Let’s start with surviving your first real date, Maris,” I teased, and everyone dissolved into laughter again.
For a few precious hours, there were no wars, no witches, no haunting memories of betrayal… only us. Girls laughing, choosing dresses, dreaming of tomorrow.
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