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Second victory
“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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