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Chapter Twenty-Something Blue

Amara's POV

I wasn't allowed my phone, extra carbs, or even a window for ventilation as I was forced to get ready in the largest supply closet which was only mildly larger than a personal bathroom. Even so, I was forced to come out between the mops and cleaning supplies looking like I came off of some red carpet. Even if my dress came off the runway and my makeup was expensive enough to sell and make a life of my own without a loan, I was beyond trapped.

The dress was tight. The new ring on my left hand was heavy. And as the last step to my look was a veil I refused to put in, I hesitated. Surely Jackson was protecting me somehow. He would come in minutes before the wedding or even seconds after it started. His words when we were alone were too honest to not be followed through when he was called on them. But as I looked at my reflection in the metallic plate that once held keys before me, I only saw a foolish girl getting her hopes up on some antinquidated fairytale
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