Chapter 31
Brielle's POV The dress was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and landed directly on the garment bag hanging from the back of her bedroom door. The fabric cover concealed most of it, but she didn't need to see the dress to remember exactly how it looked. She remembered the deep blue color, the silver embroidery, and the expression on Grandma's face when she'd stepped out of the fitting room yesterday. For a long moment she remained beneath the blankets staring at it. Then she groaned and pulled a pillow over her face. The dress had somehow become everyone's favorite topic. A sharp knock landed against her door. "Brielle." Wren. Of course. The door opened before Brielle could answer. Her cousin stepped insid
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