Chapter Eleven.

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Aria didn't wear a white dress on her wedding day. The family heirloom dress that Morelli's grandmother had passed down, the kind that was kept in a cedar chest and required three people to button was offered to her by Elena, but she admired it and then calmly declined it in a firm manner. She went with a dress she had originally conceived in a fashion school application sketch in a margin, and then a seamstress in the Garment District who works at fair prices and asks no questions turned it into the real thing. Silky champagne. A combination of a structured and fluid one. A neckline that is very simple and sophisticated, without the slightest attempt to be something else. On her wedding day in the morning when she looked in the mirror she saw the woman reflected, and that sufficed for h

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