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“I’m counting on it.”
The entire church audibly reacted.
Several guests gasped.
Someone actually applauded.
Then Regina slapped the ring box from Dad’s hand.
The ring rolled across the marble floor.
She stormed toward the doors and disappeared.
A second later, they slammed shut behind her.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Then Dad bent down, picked up the ring, picked up the box, and walked toward me.
He carefully held out the veil.
“I’m sorry.”
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