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Henry, Anton, and Anya all looked skeptical, but acceded without an argument After twenty years as a family, they knew each other too well by noaste tiainst a wall Anya would always be the life of the party and the eternal optiirls and try to fix their problems like they would a torn sea—and she had the hand-painted coffeeto prove it
Anton s fingers war the material “Honey, if this is about that weirdo who keeps e-, you really should know that Henry and I—”
“Are worried, I know” She took several cleansing breaths She’d been practicing yoga breathing a lot the last few hts at the office “But the guy is just so people Even the cops agreed They said to be cautious, but that most of the time these creeps needed the anonymity of the Internet and never take action offline”
“But he sounds so unhinged” Her father twisted the filmy chiffon of her dress in his hands
After worshiping at the altar of Dior for decades, Anton would never torment fabric unless he was practically beside
himself orry
She grasped his nervous fingers and squeezed “Don’t get caught up in this nut job’s whole ‘shut down your blog or face the consequences’ shtick He’s probably so cereal in his stained underwear”
“How can you be so sure?”
Her stoh-Heeled Wonder is I’ve used countermeasures to hide my identity and protect myself—and you and Henry—from any backlash from people unhappy with the site We’re all completely safe”
“But we still worry”
“I know, and you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t in a tizzy about soot some mace, and promise never to walk down dark alleys alone” She wrapped her arms around Anton’s narrow shoulders and pulled hiet bored eventually and leave me alone”
“Still, I think we should talk—”
A sharp rap on the door cut off Anton “The h the thick oak “We can get started whenever you’re ready”
“Thank God,” Anya huffed “I’ne”
Fifteen minutes later, Sylvie stood at the front of St Basil’s and watched her little sister prepare to glide down the aisle to her grooh one of Anya’s and Anton did the salowed Her blond hair had been swept into a co the tiny eolden tresses Her fashionable fathers were decked out to perfection, right down to the perrin on each of their faces The three of them were the picture of happiness