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She’d never looked more beautiful.
She’d never felt more scared.
It wasn’t as though she thought she was making the wrong decision—more like she feared she’d make a hash of it.
When the first chord of the wedding march pealed through the organ’s pipes, instinct kicked in.
from the work-in-progress Objets d'Artifice