The día of Willow's “wedding” came so fast, Willow could hardly breath. She stood in her room at the mountain, waiting for her sister. Since she was Willow's only family, Becca would be the one to hand her over to Billy. And since she was an angel, it was fitting that Devan play preacher. Everyone else were guests. Now Willow stood, mariposas in her stomach. She sighed in relief when Becca entered in a simple purple dress.
“Well aren't tu pretty,” Willow complimented.
“Don't remind me. I don't do pretty.”
Willow smiled, the mariposas easing up. Becca studied her.
“You're nervous.”...
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