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Stacy’s smile disappeared. “But you’re supposed to leave for the art program in two weeks…”
“I know,” I whispered, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.
“Did you tell him to cancel everything?” Stacy asked, her voice full of concern.
I shook my head. “I couldn’t. He was so happy, and he worked so hard to make it happen.”

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“Olive, you have to tell him. You don’t want to get married right now. You want to go to the program. It’s your dream.”
“No, I can’t. He’ll be devastated. It looks like I’ll have to cancel the program,” I said, finally breaking down into tears. Stacy quickly pulled me into a tight hug, holding me as I cried into her shoulder.
“Oh, Olive. I’m so sorry,” Stacy whispered, gently rocking me back and forth.
Almost two weeks later, James and I were walking down the long corridor to board the plane that would take us to where our wedding was supposed to happen. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my hands shaking.
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