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Rossie Diaz stepped away from the wedding photographer and headed toward the bridal suite of her church, waving off her bridesmaids and her mother.
She needed to be alone.
Inside the bridal suite, she motioned for her coworkers and her morning work crew of hair and makeup to leave because she needed a minute. They'd already created a magical setting and made her look like a princess, so why was she having a hard time? Everyone left without comment.
Rossie sniffed the fragrant bouquet of pink roses, and then held it like she would when she walked down the aisle. She focused on Alberto Navarro, but her hands clenched, strangling the flowers. In middle school, he’d pointed and laughed at her when she walked out of class like she was beneath him and his friends.
