Hannah felt beautiful in her new navy blue, halter top dress with its collar covered in sparkling silver diamantes. Her hair was now long enough to be swept up in a messy bun and she had allowed Amy to apply her make-up heavier than normal, complete with fake eyelashes. “You are the most gorgeous woman here,” Masuda whispered in her ear, before kissing just below her lobe and sending a thrill down her spine.
They moved slowly around the dance floor to the only slow song, aside from the bridal waltz that had been played for the evening. The day had been perfect. The weather was not too hot nor too cold. The venue was divine, an oasis of lush green land filled with trees and flowers in full bloom. A tiny stream ran through the center of the...
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