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2023-04-25 00:30:46“Oh, but now that I think of it… what are we going to do? Emily loves traditional weddings… It may not seem like it because she's shy about it, but she’s very sentimentalist…” Eleonor pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “Emmy, if I had known you were getting married, I would have kept my wedding dress, so you could wear it…”
“What? What are you saying suddenly, sister?” Emily tries to hide her cranky tone, but her shaky voice doesn't go unnoticed by Josh.
“Emmy, there's no need to be embarrassed, we're here in family, right?” Eleonor uses her sweetest, most sly tone. “You told me that your dream was to marry in the dress that someone important to you wore before…”
“When did I say that?” Emily struggles to follow the same tone, but it comes off as just unnatural. In the eyes of others, she just seems like a shy girl who doesn't want her
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... For everyone who followed this far. Well… it's finally over. I don't really know how to feel. I'm happy and, at the same time, sad. I already miss Giovanni and Eleonor. It was my first book this big… and I really tried, I did my best to make it perfect, to make the ending satisfying. And looking back on those 240k+ words, those chapters, those four months of writing… It was all worth it, and I know I'll miss it. At least, I'm happy to have given a good ending to this couple that conquered me. And I hope they conquered you too. Giovanni and Eleonor almost created a life of their own. I left the script and let the flow go the way they would like, and I'm happy with the result. I hope that in the future, I can tell a little more about the stories of other remarkable characters. But this is about Eleonor and Giovanni, and the family they've created despite all the odds. And I like to want to thank you all very much. Each of you is precious to me, and I hope you enjoyed my book.
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