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On the day of her marriage doubt has no place. The flicker of panic 'cross his face was just bad lighting. The knots in her stomach was from too much cherry cake the other day. He's all what she ever wanted and dreamed about. Sure, dreams get fuzzy and distant, but she knew what she wanted. Wanted what momma and poppa been tellin' her, since she's a little girl. A husband and kids. That's why she put away her old dried-up paint brushes for good before she went back into her bedroom, to look at her wedding dress again.