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Chapter 87
Lyra’s POV Two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. The wedding was set, and everything was falling into place. My dress was perfect, the venue looked like a dream, and today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Kurtis had reassured me over and over that nothing would stand in our way. Not James. Not anyone. But as I stood in the bridal suite, my heart racing in anticipation, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something felt off. It wasn’t just the nerves, it was something else. The kind of tension that clung to the air just before a storm. Then, the knock came. My hands stilled as I turned toward the door. The hair on the back of my neck prickled. Kurtis’s voice came through the door. “Baby girl? Can you come downstairs?” The urgency in his voice made my stomach flip.
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