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GAVIN
I never thought Whitley would agree.
Even as I’d suggested that she sing at my cousin’s wedding, I had been sure she’d throw it back in my face. She would have. If Aunt Susannah hadn’t plowed forward with the guilt trip, Whitley would have flown away like the lost, broken bird she was. I wasn’t going to regret that we got her to say yes because that meant, in a few short hours, I would finally get to hear those incredible vocal cords work.
Not to mention, I had a feeling she actually wanted to sing. She had just convinced herself that part of her life was over. As if there were a before and after singing. And I was here to show her that wasn’t true.
After Whitley was whisked away, I was pulled into the groomsmen troop. Locke’s other friends from New York had arrived. As well
