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It's really a lovely wedding, though not nearly as grand any Courtney remembers attending when she was still among the elite.
Ginger especially looks lovely. Seeing her standing at the altar, face flush with happiness, Courtney feels a pull to go stand with her— odd, when she's already lined up with the other bridesmaids. She dismisses the thought and focuses on the ceremony, tears flowing freely even before the vows.
The happy couple kiss and everyone heads off to the reception. All evening, Courtney catches herself checking her purse and jacket pockets, unable to shake the feeling she's lost something.
