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78. Memories
Zia Scott tightened her grip on the bouquet of lilies as the sound of her beating heart was trying to devour her whole system. Her hands were trembling, the red aesthetic on her lips were starting to dry. With her slight movement, the silver sequins on her white gown gleamed as it reflected the sunlight. She felt restless.
She could barely stand still as her sweat dripped on her forehead and her weakening legs underneath the heavy dress. She had lost count of how many times she repeated the breathing exercise to calm herself down. And given the situation, she was reminded about the time when she gave the valedictorian speech back in high school. She hates attention. But here she is now, about to be stared at by about a hundred sets of eyes in the next two minutes.
Looking past her veil, she noticed that the people crowding in front of her slowly disappeared p
LeemaToast to the ones here today~ Toast to the ones that we lost on the way~ 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories~ And the memories bring back, memories bring back you~ This chapter(and the next one) is brought to you by my inspiration from the song "Memories" by Maroon 5 *grand bow* Just kidding hahaha
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