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Chapter Seventy Eight The Eyes Of A Traitor

Moana's POV

“It’s beautiful!”

“Lovely!”

“Ladies, it's perfect!” I said, excitement welling up in my voice.

“Now that we have the dress settled, we need to make arrangements for the hall; will it be full of flowers?”

“Or butterflies?”

“Or snow flakes?”

One would think that it was them getting married or they were wedding planners. A smile played on my face, I did not need any mother or aunty to help plan my wedding; I had my friends.

“What snowflakes? what ...

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