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Until death do us apart

*Harley’s POV

Xaveir: You're late. I'm coming in.

You aren't allowed to see the bride.

Xaveir: Fuck those rules...I want to see you.

No can do.

Vaughn: Xaveir Fine. After the wedding, you're mine. Get that?

I do

Xaveir: Good. Now get your pretty ass out here. I'm waiting.

Will do

I smile at the phone screen like a giddy teenager getting a love text from her crush. Xaveir’s texts never fail to raise the butterflies in my stomach. Every word is like a little spin to my heart. I put the phone on the table near me and glance at my reflection in the floor-length mirror of the dressing room.

This wedding gown is even more gorgeous than the last one. The material is soft and feels like butter under my fingertips. The neckline has a net pattern stitched like flowers and the gown hugs my figure, accentuating my curves. I chose it myself this time and this is the gown of my real wedding. My hair is in a half-up-do with pearl clips keeping it in place.

The make-up artist did my face we
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