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” Allison demanded.
“Who are these people?” “Apparently,” my mother said faintly. “Your sister has a husband.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Allison scoffed. “She’s making it up for attention. On my wedding day.” Nathan’s arm tightened around my waist. Not possessively, but supportively. “Mrs. Wellington, congratulations on your marriage.
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