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band stopped playing. Conversations ceased.
Liam’s face flushed crimson. Harper was no longer smiling.
“Mom, you’re making a scene,” Liam hissed. “Don’t ruin my wedding with your whims.”
“Whims?” I repeated, feeling something fracture inside my chest. “Defending my home is a whim now.”
Harper stepped forward, crossing her arms.
“Eleanor,” she said like continue reading …
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