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I swallowed once.

“Excuse me?”

Vivian’s smile widened, but her eyes stayed cold.

“Don’t make me repeat it, Claire. It’s my wedding. I want my photos to look elegant. Cohesive. Timeless. You can still attend, obviously. But not as a bridesmaid. And not in the family portraits.”

My mother finally lifted her head.

“Claire, sweetheart,” she said softly, “please continue reading …

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