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I saw Ethan a month later. Josh texted, saying
he was in town and wanted to meet at the main
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shopping street. Before leaving, I grabbed a stack of wedding invitations, asking Josh to distribute them to our friends. The wedding was almost ready, and Mrs. Peterson was fading fast. But she was happy. Even if it was a marriage of convenience, at least I was doing something good. The pedestrian street was lined with red roses, adorned with ribbons and balloons. Two girls walked by, giggling. “Wow, is some rich guy proposing? So romantic!” “I heard there’s a whole field of roses up ahead! Flown in this morning! Someone saw a small plane!” “So rich! Let’s go see!” The crowd surged in the direction Josh had mentioned. I frowned, a sinking feeling in my stomach. Josh had told me Ethan had paid Summer off. She’d taken the money and run. I clutched my purse strap, following the crowd.
