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When the scar on my wrist had completely faded, Damian took me to choose a gown for our bonding ceremony.
Outside the boutique, Kaelen was waiting for me, holding a bouquet of eustomas. He looked exhausted and broken.
“Alia, I’m not marrying Layla! I’ve had time to think, and I realize now that you’re the only one I love!”
I turned away in disgust. The image of him proposing to Layla in that restaurant flashed through my mind.
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