This chapter is dedicated to Mich34. Hi Mich, thanks for the golden ticket.
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After breakfast that morning, Alanis watched as Harlow moved through the fields just as she had planned. Her sunflower-printed dress fluttered with the breeze, the fabric flowing around her as if it were part of the wind itself. Her sun hat nearly slipped from her hair as she ran, but she caught it just in time, laughing softly to herself.
Alanis sat on their picnic mat, sipping from his glass of wine as he watched her. The sunlight painted her skin with a golden glow, her joy almost tangible in the crisp morning air. This, this moment was everything Harlow had ever dreamed of and more.
