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Aslan's pov Stretching my limbs and rubbing my neck. I sigh, pushing back my office chair to stare out of the window. The preperations were in full swing for our ring ceremony. The people were busy with decorations and arrangements. Max was handling the guest list and decorations while Hope wanted to handle the food counter. That woman just loves food more than anything. She can die for it. While most brides only care about how they look, their make up, hair do and stuff. Imagine a bride handling her marriage preparations herself. She is really something. A smile comes on my lips as I spot her in the crowd. Her tall figure is easily distinguishable from others. She was asking the person to arrange the flowers in a certain way. As if sensing my gaze on her, her soft blue eye
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