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Cold water seeped through the lace of my gown and into my skin. My hands sank when I tried to push up. The train of my dress clung to the ground like it had grown roots.
For a terrible moment, I could not move.
Across from me, Vanessa stood at the edge of the dance floor in a red dress that clung to her body like she had meant to compete with the bride.continue reading …
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