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The Wedding The terrace was sheltered but warm, early spring light scattered between new blooms, the air heavy with the scent of blossom. She slid the hem of her dress higher, stretching her legs and allowing the warmth of the sun to reach her thighs, her head tilting in to the deep cushion of the lounger. She had bought the dress for this wedding, her friend’s daughter, a lavish event and one which she had initially resi...