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Written by Rae Pater
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 Photo by Sheilagh O'Leary In almond silk she leans into her groom. Her face lifts to his, rapt with thatched cottages – Cinderella wins Prince.
The bridesmaid studies her bouquet whilst the groomsman looks elsewhere. They’ll eat from crystal and silver dishes. She'll be a Mrs, a mother, a lover. Those prizes she never expected open like sugar blossom in her smile. She is an almond queen, and takes her throne today, ever-after circled on her finger. He's her candy-frosting man – too sweet to run away.
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