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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-THE WEDDING

The afternoon sun graced every inch of Rosemary as she stood in the light of the open doorway in front of the full-length mirror. Her fiery, auburn hair blazed like Daniel’s fires as the breeze carried her wavy locks on the air.

“A vision. That’s what you are.” Nicholas leaned against the doorway as he watched the women work on Rosemary’s hair. As they braided back the sides of her hair, it was gathered loosely in the back.

With her mother’s crown in his hand, Nicho

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