Please Come Back! Ex-wife
He ran ahead toward the entrance, waving back at her.
“Wait for me, Mom!” he called, his voice full of energy.
Tasha took a deep breath, adjusting the flow of her gown. The deep blue fabric shimmered in the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right places, with delicate embroidery that added a touch of elegance. The gown was simple yet stunning, the color complementing her complexion beautifully. She had chosen it for its grace, knowing it would stand out without overshadowing the bride. A small, silver pendant rested on her neck, the only accessory she wore. She felt the weight of it, but it was comforting, something that grounded her as she stepped out of the car.
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