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Fate and humility often intersect in ways far more intricate than anyone could anticipate. For Hannah, that intersection came in the form of a gown of ivory silk—and a forty-eight-dollar price tag. At twenty-eight, she had learned to navigate life through necessity. After her father passed when she was just fourteen, she watched her mother, a tireless woman working night shifts at a diner, transform struggle into quiet magic. Her mother didn’t simply provide; she created—crafting Halloween costumes by hand and teaching Hannah that value lies not in money but in the effort poured into the people you love.
Hannah wasn’t searching for a prince when she met Thomas, and he certainly wasn’t looking for a “project.” Their worlds collided in the most mundane of places—a car repair shop. Hannah waited anxiously for news on her dying Corolla, while Thomas handled a Tesla. Their connection was immediate, grounded in authenticity, transcending any differences in their bank accounts.
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