The Virgin Fell Into His Bath By Mistake—He Found The Sweetest Scent, And Chose Her Forever

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The wind was a thief and its currency was sand. It stole the breath from Evelyn Moore's lungs and scoured the tears from her cheeks before they had a chance to fall. The fine white silk of the wedding dress, a garment meant to signify her sail, not her union, was now ripped at the hem and coated in the red dust of the Arizona territory. It clung to... Read More