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Funeral Gown
Cindra’s POV My heart slowed to an easy pace once we neared the main section of the village. Quaint shops in soft pastels lined each side of the road. Around us, people scurried by, making their way into different stores. The scent of freshly baked bread and flowers filled my lungs. It was almost enough to make me smile. Seeing these people go on about their lives without the restrictions of castle life lightened my steps. Kalinda walked slightly ahead of me. “Based on the budget Father gave me, we’ll go with the Willams’ Shop.” She paused. “Then, perhaps we can manage to get you some new accessories for your hair as well.” Great. They were going to try and pretty me up for my rejection. “Do you even know who the Williamses are?” Kalinda asked. I blinked at her, and she tutted at me. “
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