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“I can’t do this. I can’t marry fucking Preston.” Aurora muttered quietly under her breath as she
looked at herself in the mirror.
Snow fell in lazy, heavy flakes, blanketing the Hale Estate in quiet white. Inside, the chandeliers
sparkled, laughter bounced off the walls, and glasses clinked. Aurora Kingsley could hear none
of it. She stood in front of the mirror, white lace pressed against her chest, tight around her
waist, heavy with silk and tulle.
