PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

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I looked directly at her.

“My father didn’t punish you for falling in love.”

My eyes slowly dropped to the dress.

“He punished you for mistaking greed for love.”

A few quiet gasps moved through the pews.

Rebecca’s cheeks burned crimson.

Grant finally stepped toward me, lowering his voice desperately.

“Charlotte, not here.”

I almost laughed.

Not here?

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