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Chapter 56. The Bridal Gown.
Author: Fountainpen
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Rose POV

Morning came with the softness of a blade. Pretty, but dangerous.

I woke to the sound of silk rustling and the gentle, almost too polite murmurs of the mansion's seamstresses. The air smelled like lavender oil and new fabric, too clean, too calm to my liking. The kind of calm that made your stomach twist, like something terrible was holding its breath beneath the surface.

The sunlight was too bright, cutting through the curtains like it was proud of what it was about to reveal. I sat u
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