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the onlookers and arrived at my mother’s side. His face flushed with either anger or embarrassment, possibly both. “What’s the meaning of this?”
he demanded, looking from me to Nathan. “Some kind of prank. Hiring security and an actor to create a scene at your sister’s wedding is a new low, Meredith.”
Nathan’s expression hardened almost imperceptibly.continue reading …
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