Chapter 47
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Adrian and Jenny did as they planned. They moved their time up and were petty enough to reach out to guests from Lena's wedding. “Lena and Roman and not getting married today or ever, so it's best you make your way to our wedding.” They sent secret messages like that.

Only about a hundred people had accepted the invitation to their wedding, compared to over 500 who were going to Lena and Roman's.

People were definitely more interested in the mysterious love of Lena and Roman, compared to the
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