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Creighton followed Sandra’s attention and gasped.
“It’s Miriam,” he said in a shocked tone.
“Hayloft-Girl?” Sandra asked, watching his dumb founded nod. He snagged her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people, ignoring the irritated looks and French comments as he moved to the front of the line.
Miriam was quite lovely with shoulder length blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a perfect white smile. She wore a short purple dress with a flared skirt, fitted bodice and long sleeves. She had a simple diamond cross hanging around her neck on a silver chain, diamond hoop earrings and six-inch black mule pumps. Her legs were bare, and her makeup expertly applied with neutral eye shadow, blush a
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