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The next night, the last night of vacation, Frankie sniffled into a tissue as he stood on the beach in front of a handful of family and friends gathered to witness Mya and David renew their vows under the stars, surrounded by candles tucked into the sand. He hiccupped as he recited the ceremony passages by heart. Frankie wasn’t the only one sniffling. Even Muffin was discreetly wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
The simple and enchanting ceremony was planned in less than twelve hours. I had received Mya’s frantic call at eight in the morning, ordering me to get out of bed for a shopping trip. The shopping trip took an entire day; we raced from store to store to find the perfect dress. I begged her not to shop for shoes since we’d be on the beach anyway. Then it was off to the salon.
Then
