My Wife Doesn't Need to Explain Herself

Chloe's POV

"I'm downstairs."

The man's low voice cut through the noise of the banquet hall, traveling through the line and into my ear.

My eyes lit up. I pushed my chair back and stood.

With a roomful of bewildered stares trailing after me, I gathered my skirt and walked out. The hem was long, ...

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