My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

Ethan found me at the kitchen table with my laptop open and six tabs full of dresses.

He took one look and said, “You have your plotting face.”

“I do not have a plotting face.”

He kissed my forehead. “You absolutely do. It’s the face you made when the HOA president accused you of planting hydrangeas half an inch too close to the sidewalk.”

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