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Raella's POV
I leaned against the dressing room wall, watching the bubbles float to the surface of my champagne flute.
A stack of dresses in every imaginable cut, shade, and material was piled on the bench next to me. Just looking at it made my eyes cross. My mother and a pair of her friends were o...
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