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This was one way to die, Liv thought, as she was certain she felt her ribs cracking under the strain of the boning of the corset, but perhaps it was the best way to go, smothered to death in her best friend's wedding dress.

"You are my perfect girl, Anna, any time of the year," Tom told her fondly, with more than a touch of pride. "Even your imperfections are perfect."