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... reparations, ensuring everything was perfect for the big day. Meanwhile, Francesca was helping Eridith with her wedding gown in a nearby room.

"Hmmm… your horns," Francesca muttered, frowning as she held up the delicate veil. "The veil won’t fit properly like this."

"Ehhh? Can’t you do something about it?" Eridith pouted, her eyes wide with disappointment. "Francescaaa… I want to wear itttt!"

Francesca sighed, rubbing her temple as Eridith pouted like a child. "You are a ...

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