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Los Angeles, 2010
Her heart thumping, Ariana flung open the door of the small church and raced outside. Gripping her flowing, hand-beaded silk skirt in her fists, she wedged herself and her bridal finery into her vintage MGB convertible.
“Ariana!” Phillip called out, but she dared not turn around.
Although she hadn’t planned to wear her dress in the car, going with a slim silhouette of a wedding dress over a billowing, crinoline-enhanced style was the right choice for a fast getaway. Even with the top down, a full-skirted dress simply wouldn’t have fit into the sportscar.
“Stop,” he called again.
No way was she taking time to change.
After the wedding, she and Phillip had planned to put the top down and drive up the coast of California. Phillip wanted to see the towering redwood t
