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Making Up

[Rosalynd]

“Rosie…” Evander reaches out to grab my hand, his voice pleading. "Please try to understand." 

I snatch my hand away, turning my back to him. I’m still mad at him for dropping me into the pool and walking away without a backward glance. By the time I made it back to my room, soaked and cold, he was long gone. The maids said he needed to “go for a ride” to “clear his head” and blah blah blah. 

His small rejection hurt me more than I ever want to admit.

“Our wedding is in three and a half hours,” Evander reminds me as he places a hand

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