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Stephen walked up to a small house that sat on the edge of town close to the diner. He compared the address on the piece of paper in his hand against the house. He was at the right place. He had walked back to the bakery to tell Rebecca that there had been a mistake and that he couldn’t take her daughter out. But when he’d looked her in the face and seen the happiness there…he couldn’t do it.
He shoved the paper into his pocket and looked at the single red rose in his other hand. Was it over the top? He hoped the baker’s daughter didn’t read too much into it, but he had assumed that she didn’t get out much and might appreciate it.
Before Stephen had the chance to knock on the door, it burst open, revealing Rebecca.
“My, you look nice,” she gushed. “Sandy,” she yelled over her shoulde
