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196. Blazer
"I want to share some news. My daughter, Jemma, will be staying with me from now on," he announced, glancing affectionately at Jemma, who beamed with joy at the declaration.
The room buzzed. But Ryan wasn't done yet. With a loving gaze directed at Gracie, he continued, "And I have something else to share." He paused briefly, taking a deep breath.
"Gracie," Ryan addressed her directly, his voice filled with emotion, "You waited for many years. But I won't make you wait any longer. Will you marry me?"
The room fell into a moment of stunned silence. Gracie's eyes widened in shock, tears welling up as she processed the unexpected proposal. Jemma's heart swelled with happiness, realizing that this meant people would no longer taunt her about her parents. She looked at Ryan and Gracie, her eyes shining with joy.
Gracie nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered her acceptance. Sara, ever the supportive friend, quickly stepped in, "Congratulation
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