“I know this isn’t what you wanted,” Eliza says softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “But after what happened, and with Madison out of the picture… I need you to be my maid of honor. Just for today. You owe me.”
She smiles, too calmly.
“Mom’s already ordered everything you’ll need — clothes, makeup, breast forms. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
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1Jonathan Swift
15/04/2025