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girl, I always imagined a fairy-tale wedding-an enchanting day filled with festivities and vibrant decorations, where I'd b
bed, and mysterious billionaire whom I'm meeting for the first time. And instead of a grand carriage, my
eetie?" my mom wh
me all these years without any help. Even now, at twenty-three, she still sees me as her li
pset, maybe even angry. And why wouldn't it? I am upset and
swallowing hard. "Just t
h with this if you don't want to. We c
mother winces. "I'm sorry. It's just been a lot for me lately. Bu
h the front. She turns to me and plants a big kiss on my cheek.
know if I could've done it alone." She gives me a quick hug an
once since I started walking down the aisle. But now he slowly turns. He is ev
he looks me over. His tan skin and height-at least six feet-make him stand out even more. His muscles bulge through his ver