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“I’m happy for you.”
“Don’t you dare patronize me!” She stepped closer, getting right in my face.
I backed up instinctively. The alcove was small. My shoulder brushed against the trailing edge of her veil. A smudge of gray dust from my jacket transferred onto the white fabric.
It was tiny. Barely visible.
Chloe looked down and saw it.
“My veil!” she screamed,continue reading …
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