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Megan took a deep breath and smoothed her hair back. She had it in a low bun with no tendrils sticking out. Her pale pink sundress was light and soft against her skin, making her feel feminine and beautiful, something she rarely felt in her work boots and overalls.
The doorbell rang, making her heart leap. She’d hoped Adam and Sara would be there before her parents, but her parents were due any minute and were probably at the door. They were always early.
“I got it, Mom,” Anna called, rushing out of her room to answer the door.
Megan followed her to the door of the two bedroom cottage she bought when Anna was four. Megan never thought she’d be able to scrape together enough money for a nice house, but she’d found one she loved and saved everything she had to buy it. They’d made a gr
