The Envelope Under the Door

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The envelope arrived after the photographer left the bridal suite. It slid under the door with such quiet certainty that for a moment Amara thought she had imagined it. Nia saw it too. "Did someone drop something?" Amara stood carefully, lifting the heavy skirt with both hands. Her makeup artist was in the bathroom washing brushes. Ruth had gone downstairs to inspect the seating arrangement because she did not.