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... o the table.
Everybody stopped talking and stared at him.
"Language now, Alaric," Clara cautioned gently, sipping her drink.
He shot her a look, anger building inside her chest. "I need my answers!"
"She’s a guest," Clara said casually, refusing to meet his eyes. "And she’s here to celebrate you."
"By wearing white when she’s not the bride?" Alaric snapped, glancing angrily at Violet before turning to his mother.
"It’s ivory, not white," Violet sai ...
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