into the mud.
His polished shoes sank. The knees of his expensive suit darkened when he knelt beside me. He reached for my face with such careful hands that the gentleness nearly broke me.
“Hey,” he said. “Look at me.”
“My dress,” I choked.
“I don’t care about the dress.” His thumbs brushed mud from my cheek. “I care about you.”
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