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snapped.
“You ruined your sister’s wedding!” he shouted at Ryan.
Then he stormed out of the ballroom with frosting dripping from his ruined tuxedo while stunned guests watched him leave.
I stood there trembling.
Not because of Ryan.
Because deep down, part of me knew he was right.
Ryan gently guided me to the restroom afterward. Somewhere, he found wet towels continue reading …
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