Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Sorry.Sorry.I’mafraidwearete”saidtheprinceashewalkedtowardsthemiddle-agedusherwhocamefreetthem.

    “Oh,no,no.Youareontime,yhness,”repliedtheusher.“Buttheceremonywillbestartinginjusttwominutes.Youareinfactthestguesttoarrive.”Thenhewavedoveraoshowthemihechurchtotheirassigs.Lookingattheothershesaid,“Good.Alltheguestshavearrived.Theweddingceremonieswillbeginoellthepeopleupinthebelltowertostartringingthebelhemusicbegin.”Soonthechurchbellswasringingmerrily,announgthebeginningoftheceremonies.Hethentalkedbywalkie-talkietothegroupofcarswaitinga