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Part 1: The Nine-Day Coward
I was standing in the middle of my bridal suite, surrounded by the scent of expensive lilies and the soft rustle of $10,000 worth of ivory silk. My bridesmaids were laughing, toasting with champagne, while the seamstress was kneeling at my feet, pinning the final hem of my veil. I was nine days away from becoming Mrs. Evan continue reading …
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