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The Bride Wore Blue: Outtake (Chapter 1 that was not included in final book!)

The Bride Wore Blue: Outtake (Chapter 1 that was not included in final book!)

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Enjoy this unpublished chapter from The Bride Wore Blue by Mona Hodgson! This chapter was in the original manuscript, but was left on the cutting room floor.
Enjoy this unpublished chapter from The Bride Wore Blue by Mona Hodgson! This chapter was in the original manuscript, but was left on the cutting room floor.

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Outtake of Chapter 1
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The Bride Wore Blue
by Mona HodgsonCopyright 2012 by Mona Hodgson.
May 1897Paris was her only option.Vivian Sinclair lay across the windowpane crazy quilt on her bed. She needed to hear fromFather again. Soon. Supported by her elbows, she
revisited the handful of postcards he’d sent her 
from France, dreaming of the imminent day she would see those places for herself.Once upon a time she was convinced that being the last child
 — 
the youngest
 — 
made her extraspecial. Thanks to Father and her th
ree older sisters that’s how she’d felt as a little girl. And theonly vivid memory she had of her mother supported her assumption. She’d crawl into bed beside
Mama and listen to mother sing between the coughs that took her life.
 My wee little one, youngest of my angels, God saved the sweetest angel for last.
 
Vivian had believed it. Until Gregory’s lies. Now that she’d grown up, she knew the truth: Beingthe youngest was a curse not a blessing. She could never live up to the standards her sisters’ had
set.
She’d made mistakes they would never make. No, she couldn’t go to Cripple Creek. She
could face them. Neither could she remain in Portland.
 
 Paris, France 1896She ran her index finger across the image of the sandy banks along the Seine River. She bent herfing
er at the water’s edge as if she could slide into the river finger 
-first and be washed clean.
A knock sounded on the door, and Vivian jumped up from the bed. “Just a—” Before she could
stack her cards and finish her sentence, the flung door opened and her aunt stepped through theopening.A strawberry-
red braid crowned her aunt’s head like a halo. Aunt Alma glanced from Vivian tothe rumpled quilt and back, her eyes narrowing. “You can’t mope around here forever. I say it
was a rare act of chivalry that he let you off the hook when he did. Never trusted that weak chin
of his. A sure sign he’s not the kind deserving of a prize like you.”
 
“I’m fine.” Vivian fanned the postcards and held them up. “I was only reclining and looking atFather’s writings to me.”
 A
slow smile deepened the laugh lines that framed her aunt’s green eyes. “Well then, I’d say Ihave superb timing.” She pulled a long envelope from the pocket on her duster and waved it likea banner. “I’ve just come from the post office.”
 
“A letter from Father?”
 
Vivian’s heart hammered as she snatched the envelope and ran her finger 
along the seam.
“Dinner is nearly ready. You can read the letter to me while we eat.”
 
Vivian nodded. When she heard her aunt’s footfalls on the stairs, she closed the door and hu
rriedto her bed.
Vivian would miss her aunt and her sisters. She’d been anxious to meet her three
brothers-in-law and her new niece, but Paris held her future. Living with Father would allow hera fresh start, a chance to pursue her dream of being a famous dress designer.Perched on the foot of the bed, Vivian opened the envelope and slid out a piece of stationerymuch smaller than promised by its large packaging. She drew in a deep, hope-full breath,unfolded the sheet of paper, and began reading.

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