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ake Danica Kelly to be y
room of the Manhattan penthouse. White roses and
ribs. She looked up at Hank. Her eyes were full of love.
conds
ck. It pressed against Danica's
he corner of his mouth twitched upw
dropped. A strange, icy pr
ight hand. He sna
ind the altar flashed. The romantic s
mages were clear. A woman who looked exactly like Danica was
lasted heavy, wet gasps and
ath. Then the whispers erupted. A tidal wave
drained from her face so fast she f
" she wh
rab his tuxedo sleeve. She needed to e
th pure disgust. He violen
m silk wedding gown tangled around her legs. She crashed hard ont
microphone from
boomed through the speakers. "I will no
ilin, wearing a pale pink bridesmaid dress, ru
e wrapped an arm around Danica's shoulders, p
ed in, her lips br
sister?" Cailin whispered. H
. She stared into Cailin
had handed her last month. The sudden blackout. The mi
rne, Danica's adoptive father, marched up t
he microphone f
. "As of this moment, she is stripped of the Thorne name
heavy double doors burst open. Ho
nto the room. They pushed past
face. Dozens of microphones, plastered with
is the man
did you ch
ith anyone else in
were brutal, f
push herself up. A photographer shoved past her, kno
pped a protective arm around Cailin's waist. They turned
on the floor.
lip. She bit down so har
r mouth. The sharp physical pain sliced thrs melted away. In their place, a freezing, absolute hatred locked o

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