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I can’t believe I’m standing here right now, Remy thought.
She looked around at the sea of unfamiliar faces at the wake, lots of men and women in Navy dress whites crowded in a ballroom. Plenty of people in black too, like Remy…
But they were spouses, parents, friends. None of them were quite in her… unique situation.
After she’d gathered all her courage and gone way out on a limb to invite herself to follow Sawyer to D.C., it seemed dumb to be as nervous as she was right now.
For the most part, she was just a blonde in a fancy dress, following Sawyer around as he shook hands with various people. He’d stopped introducing her after the first few, because it was too awkward.
“This is Remy, my… friend,” he’d said, frowning.
Meanwhile, Remy was blushing red to the roots of her hair a
