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That’s when I knew my wedding was over.
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Three years earlier, when I met Connor, I was 35 and had already made peace with the idea that marriage might never happen for me.
Then Connor came along.
He was divorced, easy to talk to, and more patient than any man I’d dated before.
That’s when I knew my wedding was over.
But the person who really got through my defenses was his daughter.
Lily was eight by the time we got engaged, though she’d been five when we first met. She spent our first dinner staring at me as if she expected me to fail some test.
I finally put down my fork.
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