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A fresh wave of anticipation washed over me. This was it. The big reveal. I took a deep breath, smoothing down my dress. I was ready. I watched the entrance, smiling inwardly, preparing my “so good to finally meet you!” expression.
Then I saw him.
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He was tall, broad-shouldered, with that familiar walk I knew better than my own. His dark hair was just a little ruffled, as always. He was scanning the tables, a faint smile on his lips, that same slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he was looking for someone he loved. My blood ran cold.
No. NO.
He was wearing the blue button-down shirt I’d bought him for his birthday. The watch I’d given him for our anniversary glinted on his wrist. He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over my table, past me, and then back. He saw me. His smile faltered. His eyes widened, the crinkles at the corners deepening into lines of sheer panic.
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