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wryly, tapping my leg.
And he did. To the shock of socialites and horror of my father, Liam scooped me up bridal style. The black dress flowed around us.
“We’re skipping the reception!” Liam shouted to the crowd as he carried me back down the aisle. “Help yourselves to the cake! It cost ten grand!”
Some of Liam’s friends – those continue reading …
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