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“Are you hearing yourself?” I snapped, stepping away from Devon, my bouquet clutched tightly in my hand. “Do you really think Corrie is telling the truth?”

My voice rang out lMIMI

I turned at the sound of Vivienne’s voice. She wore a green flowing gown almost identical to mine. Except hers was tighter, shorter, and far a more revealing alternative of my dress. Her eyes flicked from her dress to mine, and a cunning smile curved her lips.

“We’re wearing almost the same thing,” she said, just as the cameras around us shifted focus to me, clearly waiting for a reaction.

I didn’t have proof, but I knew she’d...