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... es tracked my every movement, unreadable and intense. My corset tightened.
When I finally reached the black matte marble stairs leading up to the altar, my hip throbbed with each step. But the pain felt distant, unimportant compared to the enormity of what I was about to do.
Three steps. Four. Five.
And then I was standing before him, close enough to see the fine details of his face—the way frost seemed to cling to the edges of his suit collar, the barely perceptible rise ...
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