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CHAPTER 32

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GENEVIEVE

I stood in front of a full-length mirror, my breath catching as I gazed at my reflection. The bridal gown I wore was breathtaking—a masterpiece of delicate lace and satin, with a fitted bodice that flowed into a billowing skirt.

The veil cascaded down my back like a waterfall of gossamer, and a jeweled tiara glistened atop my dark, curled hair. I looked every bit the part of a bride, but there was a deep unease in my eyes.

Isabella, my best friend, adjusted the veil and smiled brightly.

"You look stunning, Gen. Jack is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

Beside me, Janice and Amelia nodded in agreement. Janice, ever the perfectionist, fussed over the train of the dress, making sure every fold was in place.

"Perfect,"

she murmured.

"Everything is perfect."

But my mind was elsewhere. I had been trying to contact Jack for the past hour, but every call went straight to voicemail. A gnawing dread twisted my stomach, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that somethin
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