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The words slammed into my skull like a hammer of divine stupidity. I froze mid-step outside the tea hall, smiling stiffly at Madam—uh, Mother Selena—who was still talking about wedding colors. Wedding. Colors.
"Leif, dear, I think Alvar would look divine in navy," she was saying, all calm and composed. "And perhaps you in ivory silk?"
Navy. Ivory.
My brain short-circuited. I could already see it—my father collapsing from shock, my mother fainting into t ...
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