April 2
*Gasping as she turned the page, she then burst out in laughter. She had hated that hat! But Sterling's mother had been adamant that it had to be worn. She remembered peering into the mirror wondering if she looked like a hen with its feathers ruffled. She had worn it though and had gotten compliment after compliment on it. Closing her eyes, she recalled that evening and her anxiety settling, only to have her fun dimmed by the ever present Chase aura of respectability and responsibility. The house had always been pristine and everything in place. Prepared. She idly wondered what August and his mate would have thought of Aric and Carys. Proud. Chuffed to be the grandparents of the unique Breeds. She really should show them this album and let them experience the history of their family.*
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