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... h beautiful pink flowers.


He held it over to Bree, and only then noticed her face. Her usually so bright and cheerful demeanor was gone and had been replaced by one that was nearly completely blank as she stared at the dress, tears slowly gathering in the corners of her eyes.


Eisen placed his hand on top of her hand and scruffed her hair up a little bit, causing her to snap out of it and wipe away her tears. Bree looked up at Eisen with a soft smile. "Thank you." She muttered ...

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