CHAPTER 52: Trinity
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Trinity ran her hand over her dress for the party. With Stella’s help it’d turned out beautiful. It was gold with green trim. She’d looked like someone else when she’d tried it on—someone elegant and worldly, someone who belonged here.
She and Hugh had decided that she should take it and wear it at Crosnics Manor, but it didn’t feel right. This had been made for Hugh. She’d suffered through the dressmaker and the fittings for him. “Are you sure about the dress?”
“Yes. I don’t need to see you in a dress to know how beautiful you are.” Hugh stood near the door, fidgeting with Birdie’s feather in his shirt pocket.
Her heart twisted and her throat tightened as she pulled it from the closet. She stuffed it into her suitcase before flinging her backpack over her
