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To each his own, he thought as he kissed the back of his lover’s hand To each his own

And he certainly had his

--

Novo craned around Saxton and hisdown the aisle The female certainly looked happy, her face partially hidden by a white veil, a long, puffy white dressher pretty as a doll

"You okay?" Peyton asked softly

She shifted her eyes to Oskar up at the altar Thestiff and remote next to a lineup of male friends who likewise seemed like they wished they were sos, all the females froowns, clearly chosen with an eye to make theirl, Sophy, she thought

"Yes, I am" She squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes "I a with her "poor little rich boy," as Peyton had taken to calling himself, had proven to be ridiculously easy They seeutone the alar for hi--or how o into a white load of laundry--him, as many as were dirty at that particularNONE

In fact, everything seeh she was sorry that he was now estranged from his bloodline, it certainlyhim to her parents

Maybe that would come later Maybe it wouldn’t

But in the meantime, she had all the family she needed in hiroo from a human book Novo could only shake her head Would they even do a va? Probably More attention

"I love you," Peyton said

Novo glanced at hi were co: She was clear that she wished her sister ith her choices--and that was a change which elcome As for Oskar? She’d said her piece to hi to get with that

The thing that reallyto take it away from her