“Lily, I’ve seen your wedding dress.” She froze, her breath unwilling to expel. “What did you say?” He tugged at her waist, at her hand. “Do not stop dancing.” She did not move, finding herself instead frozen to the floor, repeating herself. “What did you say?” He narrowed his gaze on her. “I found it,” he said, softly, like the softest gunshot that had ever been fired for the damage it did in Lily’s chest. “And the pile of pretty clothes for your future babe. Those little boots, with the soft red soles. You dream of filling those boots, Lillian Hargrove. And this is your best chance at doing
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