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had grown into a beautiful woman.
    “ I knew it, Josh,” Trish said. “You still love her, admit it.”
    “ Trish, this has nothing to do with Chloe. I’ve moved on with my life and so should you.”
    Trish growled and banged down the phone.
    Josh heard the dial tone and put down the phone. He turned his chair towards the table but couldn’t concentrate on his work. Trish was right. He still had feelings for Chloe.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Chloe rose early for a change, eager to get a good start on the day. In a few months I’ll be Chloe Foster.
    As she opened the window to her bedroom and smelled the crisp air, she felt a rush of wind. She had spent the preceding weeks organizing her wedding. February had approached quickly and she had accomplished a lot, choosing her venue, flowers, the menu, her cake, and souvenirs, her famous scented candles. Yet if she was so excited about her wedding day, then why did Josh’s smile keep flashing through her mind?
    She shoved all thoughts of him aside. She needed to be focused on her wedding. On Richard . Still dressed in her pajamas, she pulled out her folder from her nightstand to mark what she had accomplished. She had kept her guest list to eighty people, a combination of friends and family. As her wedding gift to Chloe, Millie had given her the Dior gown she chose, with matching strappy sandals and a white satin purse.
    Chloe scribbled through her notes, impressed with all she had achieved, yet she still hadn’t called her mother. She picked up the cordless phone and attempted to punch in her mother’s number. Richard had nagged her constantly about it, and she had promised him she would call today. But as soon as the phone rang, she hung it up. She couldn’t think straight. And she hadn’t been able to think straight from the moment she’d learned Josh was back in town.
    Too many changes were taking place too quickly. Richard had the house appraised, and was going to advertise it on the market soon, anticipating it would be sold by May. Then she would move in with Richard. And I’ll never see Josh again. The thought chilled her and she hurriedly closed the window. She couldn’t let that happen. She had to see him at least once before the wedding. To make sure the spark was gone.
    She put on her slippers and went downstairs to look at the big house where she had grown up. Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered her dad announcing he was home from work, or the time he had brought home a telescope so that she could “reach for the stars.” They had spent many wonderful hours together looking at the night sky through her upstairs window.
    She went inside the master bedroom and sat on the bed. The room still looked the same as when her father was alive. She entered the walk-in closet, now empty, but remembered how she would stay there for hours looking at her mom’s new clothes. She walked over to the dresser and picked up a picture frame. It was a family photo of the three of them in Disneyland, her favorite memory. She was just five at the time the photo was taken.
    That was the last time they’d had real fun together. Her mother had always seemed so angry, so distant. Chloe had longed for that closeness again. In her heart, she knew that her parents had never really loved each other, but she’d never understood why. She put the frame close to her heart and wept. Mom is right. There are too many memories in this house.
    There were two other smaller rooms, one beside her room, the other beside her parents, which she used as a home office. After John died, Jill, Suzanne’s friend convinced Chloe’s mother to move to a smaller home in San Rafael, where she met many new retirees. At sixty, Suzanne exuded youthful energy that astonished Chloe.
    Maybe it’s time I move and start a new life, build new memories with Richard.
    After breakfast, Chloe spent the entire day cleaning her house, separating the garbage from the donations, and