Reese came into the room, leaning gently on the arm of a shop assistant.

For a split second, Sylvia was completely stunned.

A thousand words floated through her mind, but in the end, only one stuck: ethereal.

Because Reese wore a prosthetic, she couldn't handle an overly complicated wedding dress. So the designer had created something special, just for her.

The top was a delicate corset of lace, dotted with layered organza petals-soft and airy, but with an edge of strength. The skirt flowed down in light, layered tulle, with a discreet slit at the hem so Reese could walk easily.

The whole look was dreamy, otherworldly-and with Reese's smile, it was impossible to imagine anyone more deserving.

Teetering in her high heels, Reese made her way over, beaming, and even shot Sylvia a playful look, as if to say, "Well? How do I look?"

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Sylvia nodded enthusiastically, forcing a smile. She didn't want to look like she was struggling to keep it together.

Reese seemed to take heart, letting go of the assistant's arm and walking, step by step, toward Rupert.

The boutique was decorated to feel like a real wedding venue, all soft lights and white roses.

Reese walked toward her fiancé, radiant.

It was a world Sylvia could never reach, not in a hundred lifetimes.

She stepped back, then back again, eager to slip away from all that golden light. Then, suddenly, Reese wobbled on her heels and fell right toward Rupert.


not to catch her, but to stop her from falling

later, he pulled her into a steadying hug and gave her a stern

shoes.

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reach your

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them,

fade into the background, but fate

her. "Ms. Lloyd, where's your dress? Let's

Sylvia replied, glancing over at

watching Reese, so Mrs. Hanson nudged

barely glancing at Sylvia. "Mom,

Sylvia a withering look


plainest, most matronly dress she could find and handed

over.

everyone-including Kay-was watching Sylvia, waiting for her to

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to do

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