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I have Mara help me get ready; I wanted people to talk to. I wanted to hear the media call me Mrs. Vexley and say that I was Mr. Lucien Vexley's wife. I still could not wrap my mind around why that was my goal, but Mara got the goal. I was looking like a superstar, the kind that you'd see in magazines and think that they were created for that moment.
"You look very beautiful, Mrs. Vexley. I am sure Mr. Vexley would be pleased to see you like this," she says, and I want her words to be true. Would Lucien see me and think I looked beautiful enough? Would he say it to me?
"Thank you, Mara; it's only possible because of you," I say, trying to catch my breath at how snatched the dress was. It felt so tight as if I wouldn't be able to breathe, but Mara had told
