In the yellowed photograph, a young and handsome man—who Emma recognized as her grandfather—and a wonderfully radiant woman—her equally young grandmother—stood with arms interlocked, embodying the epitome of youthful bliss and love. This was a priceless moment from her grandparents’ teens, and it had remained hidden, within unseen folds of the prom dress, all these years.
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