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She walked back down the short aisle, sratulations The farce looked perfect: froht shade of blush with a puffy skirt Becca adored to her own Carolina Herrera dress in a long slinky V-neck, with just enough lace and shimmer to make it feminine The back dipped low in a row of pearl encrusted buttons, ey Her shoes couldlimmered with each step, Gianvito Rossi at his best The mansion was decorated with dozens of lit candelabras and pink teacup roses in small vases--tasteful and ro she had once drea Tristan, yet today she felt trapped in a nightmare
She’d been so stupid to think they could otten wrapped up with drea in love with each other all over again But for the last week, everyone had treated her with a polite distance, refusing to spend an’s and Raven’s gazes, she felt their quiet judg resenter s their interactions brief In the past week, she’d gained a husband but lost an entire fahter’s sake, she headed to the foruests and a chane fountain cranked steadily Tristan already held Becca’s hand and was guiding her through the buffet line, putting food on her plate The real problem centered around how little food she allowed on her plate
"I thought you liked pasta," she heard hiot the red sauce That has white with green stuff in it"
"It’s really good Do you want to just try a bite?"
"No, thanks Where are the chicken fingers?"
"I don’t think we ordered any How about sausage and peppers?"
Becca gagged "I’d die"
"Meatballs?"
"No, thanks"
The h andlady, there’s bread, meatballs, and chicken"
"But the chicken has mushrooms and sauce on it!"
"You’ve had it before and you liked it And I want you to have soreen beans!"
"Not all the time Have just two and I’ll be happy"
"But, Ma cake, I want to see you eat two green beans and the rest of the list I ot the look, but Becca finally nodded Tristan looked relieved and began spooning things onto her plate Sydney headed to the chane fountain for another refill She’d decided there was only one thing to get her through this whole charade without collapsing