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AlmaThe airy hum of the waves sounds through the space as glowing rays of sunshine peek through the windows. With the windows open, I can feel the light breeze on my skin.
“It’s a perfect day,” I say, my face contorted into an awful expression as it always does when I apply mascara. I swipe the wand across my lashes.
“It really is. It’s beautiful.” Quinn stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the lake from the master bedroom suite. “Everything is stunning out there, magazine-worthy.”
“Yeah, Clare did it all,” I say of the wedding planner. “She made it so easy. I told her my vision, and she brought it to life.”
We found this stunning home on Lake Michigan. To give credit where credit is due, I suppose, Mrs. Harding found it. She got wind that Amos and I were l
