Opriți nunta!

Opriți nunta!

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Să fii îndrăgostit de prietenul tău cel mai bun e o binecuvântare și un blestem, în același timp. Jocelyn îl iubește pe Dominic, cel mai bun prieten al ei, de ani întregi, ascunzându-și sentimentele și fiindu-i alături constant, până în momentul în care vestea nunții lui o dădu peste cap. Va fi tânăra capabilă să-i spună ce simte, înainte să fie prea târziu, sau îl va pierde de tot?
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