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She'd attended with her husband, of course, but social gatherings were social gatherings and she'd wandered off to speak with various friends. The time spent sequestered at the farm meant she'd missed on the gossip.
She'd finished sewing her dress the night before, making sure everything fit right and looked right. She was rather pleased by how it had turned out. The wedding was, of course, beautiful and it was a perfect day to celebrate such happiness. She was enjoying the freedom of being away from home, too.
"It was a perfect day for a wedding, was it not?" She greeted someone as she got herself a lemonade