Anxiety set her thoughts asway, her certainty vacillating as she gazed over the garden: this was insane… she wasn’t ready for such a change… but… but… She drew a deep breath. But she loved him, she couldn’t deny that he completed her, and tomorrow… tomorrow she would say, ‘I do.’
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