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His gaze lanced back at the sketch pad “Why do you plan weddings instead of designing dresses?”

She shook her head, dis such a ridiculous notion In her ood you are, you’re s

till a nobody

“It’s just a hobby”

He was quiet for a e He lifted the sketch pad closer to his face, inspecting eachdress in your living room?”

“It is But it’s not finished”

“Is it the first one you’ve sewn?” When she shook her head, he asked, “May I see the other one?”

“I no longer have them”

“Them?” He sounded surprised “You made more than one?”

“I did”

“What happened to them?”

“I sold theaze to the striped pattern on the blanket She could feel hi at her expectantly

This part of herself she didn’t share with others Part of the reason she didn’t talk about it was the associated pain with that trying ti to part with her very first wedding dress

“I get the feeling you didn’t do it voluntarily”

She shook her head What would it hurt to tell him? After all, she’d been privy to much of the drama after his parents’ sudden deaths “I had to sell them in order to pay my mother’s medical bills”