of our family might entail. Who am I to be the one to destroy whatever innocence she has left? I’m no better than my mother. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him.” I join her on the chaise and pull her hand in mine. “I am happy. I’m also really nervous. Typical bridal jitters. Will I be a good wife? What if his family doesn’t like me?” “How can they not? You’re immensely likable,” she says with all seriousness. At my side eye glance, she bursts into laughter, and I join her. “I’m not sure everyone agrees with you, but thank you.” Caitlín stifles her smile and truly turns serious. “Do you
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