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Third pov

Seven Thirty-nine p.m.

“Baby, you’re ready?” Taylor asks, coming into the room where Rachel is putting on the finishing touch on the girl’s pink Cinderella dress. “Dad is waiting.”

“Yes, mommy do you like my Cinderella dress?” She moves towards Taylor and sways a little, so her full gown dances around beautifully and her brown hair also sways perfectly on her shoulder as she does this. Her hair was beautiful, almost like her father, Taylor thought. She knew Reign wasn’t stupid, and she was smart and would have asked questions like why her hair wasn’t ginger-like Keenan blonde like hers.

So a few months after her first...