Violet Zimmerman left, the coat on her shoulders was put on with the help of the young uncle, numb, she walked towards the bedroom door, feeling lost and desolate.
Just as she reached the door, the young uncle called out to her.
"Wait a moment!"
This time, the young man didn't call her sister-in-law, because that title was sacred, and he was no longer worthy of it.
Violet turned her head, her dazed gaze fell on the young man who was only wearing red shorts as he came over, standing in front of her, he reached up to help tidy her disheveled curls.
Her hair permed for the wedding, new hair had grown at the top, leaving only a large section below still wavy.
"There, all done." Having tidied Violet's hair, the young man stepped back a bit, only jumping back onto the bed once Violet walked out of the bedroom.
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