“Tess? It’s me, baby.” The door opens to reveal Shelby, also in a black dress. “Do not upset her,” she hisses in welcome. “We just got her makeup fixed again.” My eyes go wide as she pulls open the door and says in a normal voice, “Tess, Ryan is here.” The door swings open to reveal my Tess standing in front of a trifold mirror in a wedding dress. I think the fit is called mermaid, where it’s sort of tight at the top and flares out at the bottom. Her veil is already in place, covering her red curls, falling down her back to the floor. Our eyes meet in the mirror. She looks flawless, her makeup
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