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From The
Spirit of the Place...
“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with
this,” Jasmine had groaned when she’d called to tell her about the
wedding. “Mother, please tell me you’re joking?”
“Would it be a good joke, at least?” Marsha had
asked hopefully.
But Jasmine’s unhappiness had come through the
phone lines loud and clear. “No. It’s a disaster. But...you are gonna
think about this a little more, right? I mean, it’s not like you’ve
already set a date or anything, have you?”
“Well, actually,” Marsha had screwed up her eyes,
bit her lip and let the other shoe drop. “We have. We’re getting
married on Twelfth Night. And I’d like you to be my Maid of Honor.”
Book 7
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Before Midnight
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