Two years later.

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“Clare, Dear, the car is here!” His mother calls up the stairs just as Clarence came bustling into the bedroom to help Stella, who was currently enacting some kind of jig in her form-fitting purple dress.

“I knew I should have gone for something less… just less…” Stella flapped her hands about her, her nerve unusually on show, and Clarence walked up to her, took her hands in his and smiled into her eyes.

“You look spectacular, and Sherry has assured me she knows a trick to getting you zipped up.”

Stella eyed him skeptically as Sherry bustled past him and crouched down behind her.

“You’re...