Here Comes The Bride

Emmalee

"That's a pretty dress, Emmalee," my mother comments from behind me.

"Thanks, Mom," I mumble as I smooth my hands down my front. I'm standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection while Trudy is behind me, doing my hair. Tonight is going to be the Cimmerian's last dinner with us,...

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