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39: Delete and block
Hana’s feet ached from standing for too long. Shopping with Mama wasn’t a fun adventure, and for someone who hated the whole concept, it was even more torturous. She had changed into so many gowns and dresses, some heavier than others. But none of them satisfied Mama. She didn’t care for a wedding dress. She wanted it over with it.
Kyle’s card was safe in her suitcase. Cara had asked about it a few times and given up. They hadn’t spoken about Kyle, and she was hoping it never came up again. She was getting married. That was her destiny.
Mama’s footsteps echoed throughout the store, and Hana faked a smile as her mother appeared from behind one of the stalls. She slowly rose to her feet, tired of the whole shopping experience. They were in a boutique, surrounded by only white dresses, but none of them appealed to her.
Maybe if she had given them a second glance, she might have found one that interested her, but she had spe
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His Runaway Angel 42: More food, more wine
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