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“Doves coo in the rafters above us as she sits down on the blanket, her loathed dress whispering around her. She pops a grape into her mouth and sighs. "This is so unreal. I feel like a princess." She couldn't have given me a better opening for the conversation I've been hoping to have. "Funny," I say. "I was thinking the same thing." Delilah frowns. "You feel like a princess too?”

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Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult is an American best-selling author known for her emotionally rich and engaging novels. Her works often revolve around family, legal, and moral dilemmas, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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