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good flowers.”
“Clara? Would you come here?”
My heart fluttered. This part we hadn’t rehearsed. I knew Liam planned to expose Vanessa – we’d coordinated the timing, the invitation. But I didn’t know what came next.
I stepped out of the pew. My limp was noticeable, but I didn’t hide it. I walked down the aisle that had been decorated continue reading …
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