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Nine

Point of View of Amelia

I stood in front of the mirror, trying to process the sight of myself dressed as a bride. My dress was stunning. The veil pinned to my hair fell gracefully to my thighs, and the shoes had matching lace and pearl details.

“Amelia,” my mother said, tears in her eyes as sh...

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