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Thea’s closet was filled with a multitude of beautiful, vibrant outfits. She carefully evaluated each one while trying to hold back the giddiness that threatened to consume her. Mason had always been well-dressed, so she knew she had to find something appropriate for the occasion. Thea stepped into the bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror. She examined her reflection before the tendrils of her cocoa-colored hair were twisted and pinned into romantic curls. She slid on a strapless black dress with a sweetheart neckline. Red chiffon fanned out from her left shoulder and over her body, tugging gently over her breasts, then allowing the rest to fall loosely around her waist. Her legs seemed to go on forever in the thin fabric, and she noted the subtle makeup that graced her f
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