Different emotions
Julia smiled politely, but the corners of her mouth trembled every time she did. She clutched her bouquet tightly, the white roses trembling slightly in her grasp. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of chatting friends. Her eyes darted toward the window, as though searching for something—or someone. Shortly after, the photographer bustled in, his camera slung around his neck, already snapping candid shots.
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