✿ Every Hidden Truth Must Surely Surface ✿
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"Let's go get some fresh air outside, and as well wait for your mate to return," Tiasses suggested, stretching her arms lazily.
Ariel nodded, smiling faintly. "Yeah, that'll be nice."
Together, they rose and stepped out, their laughter fading into the soft hum of the evenings.
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Melanie stood in front of her full-length mirror, twirling gracefully in her shimmering white wedding gown. Lace glimmered like frost under the lamplight, and her brown hair cascaded down her back in perfect curls.
"Awwww! I'll soon be a bride!" she squealed, doing a little spin as she admired her reflection. Her smile was bright — too bright — like a diamond hiding cracks beneath the surface.
Then—knock, knock, knock.
"Come in!" she called sweetly.
The door creaked open. Elizabeth stepped inside quietly, her face pale, her eyes dark with something unreadable.
