33: F*cked at the Altar (Almost)

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~ Evie ~ I’m standing in this ridiculous mansion dressing room at the Poole estate, staring at my reflection like it belongs to someone else, and I can hardly believe this is happening. The wedding dress is stunning - white lace with a long train that makes me feel like I'm in some movie. Claire's fussing over the veil, pinning it in place, and she's got tears in her eyes. "You look perfect, Evie. Absolutely perfect." I smile back, but inside, my stomach's twisting. This wedding is huge - over a thousand guests, private jets flying in CEOs and politicians from everywhere. It's all glamour and flash, but for me? It's just a step closer to that ten million unlocking in my account. Dad pokes his head in. "Ready, kiddo? The car's waiting." I nod, take a deep breath. We head out to the limo -

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