Chapter 195 Alana, the Bride

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ALANA

I am tightly clutching the hem of my white wedding dress in front of the mirror staring at my own reflection.

A woman of substance full of happiness and fulfillment stared right back.

Lifting a finger, I caressed the reflection and smiled at myself. “You have come a really long way, Alana....

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