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She clapped her hands.
“Lord, this man’s got manners. I still can’t believe you caught him, honey.”
But Lacey was quiet, eyes flicking up just long enough to meet his.
Something in that look made my stomach twist, though I brushed it off. We were family. She teased everyone.
Ethan started unpacking the vases, talking about how his cousin could DJ the reception for half the price.
He always knew someone who “owed him a favor.” It made him sound generous, until you realized he was always collecting little debts.
“You’re stressing too much,” he said to me, touching my shoulder. “It’s gonna be perfect.”
“It will,” he said, then looked at Lacey. “Won’t it?”
She smiled — slow, crooked.
“Oh, it’ll be unforgettable.”
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