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Checking the photos
The photographer nodded. “There’s a backroom here,” he said. Together, they walked to a small room behind the chapel. It was sparsely furnished, with a single table and a few chairs. The photographer set his camera down and began scrolling through the images. Ethan leaned over, his eyes scanning each frame intently. The first few photos showed Julia surrounded by her bridesmaids, smiling but stiff. Her hands gripped her bouquet so tightly that her knuckles were indeed white.
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