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The sound of ravel drawsup in a beat-up car, alone She gets out, and my breath stills in my chest

My bride-to-be looks a in a pale blue that nearly matches the sky It sets off her hair and skin and eyes, and … she’s incredibly beautiful

The flush on her face is obvious when she seesup to her car “Hi”

“Hey,” I say, holding out my hand to help her step over so anyone with you? I thought you randfather I wouldn’t have minded”

She blushes a little deeper, and I’ainst the cool blue of her dress “No” Ally can’t entirely meet my eyes We walk around to the side door in silence When we step inside, she turns toanyone that I was everout, Caleb I’m in But I don’t want anyone in my life to know about this I don’t see the point”

I sht person for the job My fa who I am and what kind of connections I have, are suddenly very interested in attaching their na me for the riches that they suppose that I have It’s refreshing to see soet as far away from that as possible

Inside, I introduce her to h the paperwork that outlines the terreed to yesterday One month, the ownership of the house, and a hefty sum of money once we divorce That amount of et n over my full inheritance

Even if they don’t, I still have plenty ofof the fa old hoood at it, and that’s why I was so attracted to this house The bones are a, and I want to preserve it in a way that both honors it and can take it into a h money to do that herself

“All good?” I ask her as she signs the documents

“Yeah,” she says “It’s all there Thank you”

“Of course” I scribble ainst hers as I do The sparks zing between us, just like I knew that they would She covers her gasp, but not well enough for me to miss it

“Ready to do this?”