Chapter 7: Champagne, Tulle, and Secrets

(Eden’s POV)

The boutique smelled like a wedding catalog.

Fresh peonies. Satin. Anxiety.

I sat on a velvet settee near the mirrors, watching Harper twirl in her dress like a giddy little girl who’d just been handed a tiara. Her bridal gown had already been finalized weeks ago, but this fitting wa...

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