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SLOANE

I hear noises outside my window and glance over, my brows furrowing in confusion. People are moving about, carrying large bouquets of flowers; roses, lilies, and hydrangeas in soft pastels.

I spot long white drapes, golden lanterns, and a team setting up fairy lights along the pathways. There’s even a towering floral arch being arranged by the entrance.

What the hell is going on?

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