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I can tell Marco’s incredibly confused, and I don’t blame him for being so. From his point of view, we are just good friends, it is highly strange that I’d suddenly be asking him to marry me, for just a day in fact.
“Mr. Barlow’s dying wish is for me to get married,” I say solemnly, watching the gears in Marco’s head turn in slow understanding. “So even if it’s fake, at least I can fulfill his wish, you know.”
“Oh,” says Marco quietly. “I understand now. You want me to pretend to be the groom?”
Pretend sounds so wrong in my mind, but of course I can’t say otherwise. It is the reality after all.
“Yes, just for the day. We complete the ceremony so Mr. Barlow can die in peace. Would you be okay with that? I understand if it would make you feel uncomfortable.”
Marco nods his head slowly. “No, of course I
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