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WHITLEY
Susannah was currently crying as she thanked me at the reception. Margaret and Cora had already come over. Malcolm, Trent, Nate, and Lawrence had followed. Aunts and uncles I didn’t know were whispering about the performance. Everyone was talking about it, offering their praises, and generally making me incredibly embarrassed.
I’d thought it was mediocre at best.
I’d certainly sung it better in high school than at present.
But that didn’t seem to matter to anyone.
Let alone Gavin. Who had been looking at me with no less than abject admiration from the moment I sat next to him. That same expression still graced his face as his mother stared at the engagement ring and wiped her eyes.
“My mother would be so happy right now. The perfect woman is wearing this ring,” Gavin’s mo
