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|| Victoria || I pulled myself together by the time we were back at the house, ashamed of myself for allowing Luke to see me break down like that. But the tears had passed, and now I was in my room, trying on the brand-new periwinkle dress Mom had bought for the bridesmaids. I stood in front of the mirror, moving this way and that. The cut was beautiful—it had a swooping neckline that dipped upwards a few inches from my chest, and the back was buttoned up vintage-style, all the way up to my shoulder blades. The fabric was made up of soft tulle, and I let it slip in-between my fingers admiringly. There was a knock at the door, and I opened it without question, only to find my mother standing there in a pink bathrobe with matching curlers. At the sight of me, she audibly gasped.
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