Wedding Bells (Steve x Reader) (Pt. 8)
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Angling the metallic teeth of the comb downward, you slid the band through your hair, securing your veil in place by fastening it with shaking fingers. You had feared something like this would happen; that Steve would not be able to comprehend or handle the new memories you had weaved into his mind, that he would disapprove of your meddling in the past and call the ceremony off.