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Chapter 9
Rose sat with Lana at the head band decorating table. It was the first time Lana found herself voicing her own reservations. “Sometimes I think waiting for my mate is futile,” Lana fingered the red bow she’d just made. “I’m already 18 and haven’t found him yet. Maybe…maybe I’m not meant to find him?” She knew she was repeating Tony’s words. But she really needed someone’s opinion on the matter. “What brought this on? You’ve never been worried about it before,” Rose replied reasonably. Lana had never really shared anything about her long-ago school-girl crush on Tony, and she didn’t intend too. Her eyes briefly flitted over to him. He’d been standing with Olivia earlier but was now standing off to the side at the cake table with Dylan, both were laughing. Did he even feel the same way
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