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I stood there stunned as Regina lifted the veil high above her head like a trophy.
Then she placed it on herself.
The entire church fell silent.
Regina adjusted the lace.
Smiled.
And announced:
“This was supposed to be mine anyway. Your father should’ve let me wear it when we got married. Now it’s my turn.”
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“What the hell are you doing?” I finally asked.
“Oh, Hannah,” she said. “Don’t be dramatic. Some things are meant to be shared.”
Brandon stepped forward immediately.
“Take it off.”
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