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Chapter 22

Sheila’s POV

I stepped out of the car with him holding the door open for me, offering me a smile as he took my hands. “What do we do first?” I asked as I straightened my gown. I would take it back to Mother after a while. It would be nice if we made it a family heirloom.

“Get a shower probably or open the gifts,” he said with a chuckle as he held out his arm. I took it into mine as we walked into the house.

“We open the gifts,” I said, knowing the gift wouldn’t get to the house until morning. He chuckled more, his body vibrating with his laughter.

“I’ll say a shower. I’ve been in this dress almost all morning as my mother admired it,” he said as he twirled partly, scrutinizing the clothes on his body.

“You are not the only one,” I said, detailing my experience with my mother and her emotional feelings when she saw me pick the dress she wore on her wedding day.

He did the same, telling me how he picked his ass father’s clothes.

“No wonder you smell different. Wondered about it.”

He
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