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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the shared bedroom, illuminating the delicate lace of the wedding dress you stood in. A year before the wedding, the dress felt less like a dream and more like a mistake. The click of the front door signaled Spencer’s return. you froze, heart hammering against ribs clad in ivory silk. “you?” Spencer’s voice drifted from the hallway, curious and gentle. “In here,” you called, voice trembling slightly. “But you can’t come in.” Spencer paused, his messenger bag hitting the floor with a soft thud. He tilted his head, brow furrowing in that familiar, analytical way. “Why not? You got another guy in there?” The joke hung in the air, awkward and sweet. you managed a weak smile at their reflection. “No, we only hang out at his pla…