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Aspen’s POV Was there really such a difference between azure and cobalt? I held the swatches next to each other and could hardly tell the difference. A knock at my door drew my attention away from wedding planning. I turned from the window where I’d been holding the swatches up to the light. “Come in!” I called. My father entered. He smiled at me and came to sit on the other side of the loveseat under the window. “Azure and cobalt?” he asked. I gave an exasperated sigh. “How can you possibly tell the difference?!” “Practice.” My father winked. He looked at me for a long time. “You know,” he said. “A parent loves a child even before they are born. There’s this sense of anticipation. You start preparing and wondering what your child will be like, and you are excited to see them become
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