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27. LUCAS
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2025-03-15 03:00:45She looked like a dream in her white dress. Perfect.
It hugged her body, cascading from down her waist and flowing onto the floor.
Would it have looked like this if we were about to be married?
I could imagine her standing at the altar, her hands adorned with delicate gold jewelry, her hair woven into soft curls that framed her face. There would be no tension in her eyes, no burden of fate weighing on her shoulders. Only love—pure and untainted.
I would have stood before her, heart racing, hands itching to claim her, knowing that in just a few moments, she would be mine in every way possible. No marks sealing against me. No prophecy dictating our lives. Just us. Just the way it was meant to be.
Aurora would have been my pup.
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