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THE TWENTY-SECOND pt3

I smooth the silky fabric over my bump and give a brief twirl, watching in the mirror as the fabric swishes around my ankles.

“Oh, Abby,” my mother says with a contented smile. “You look stunning.” For once I might actually agree with her. Mum had her hair stylist come in and do our hair; mine is s...

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