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Twelve

           "Ma'am, you have a visitor."

      The tiny voice of one of the female maids, cut into Janelle's imagination and her hand stopped mid air while trying to get another design.

       She was going to design her own ball gown to wear after her church wedding, but the image kept getting blurry the more she tried to get it out. She turned to face the slim mid -twenties ebony beauty and blinked. It was a Saturday and she had made up her mind to stay in today and focus on her designs. There was still a while lot of dresses to make and she needed to make it up before her wedding. At least, that's why she had left all her wedding plans in the hands of a wedding planner. She glanced from her maid to the blank page with her lips forming an 'O' sign. Her neck ached and only God knows why.

       She winced, placed her palm

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