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I was wrong.
Every Fourth of July, my family throws the same backyard party.
It is never elegant, never quiet, and never on schedule.
But it is one of my favorite days of the year.
This time was supposed to mean even more because it was Edwin’s first Fourth of July with us as my fiancé.
He was no longer just “the guy Daphne is seeing.” He was my Fiancé. He was my future husband.
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