Chapter 392: Eternal Promise, Part 2

He stood there, waiting for me, hands clasped behind his back. Larissa might be right that he wouldn't be able to pick his jaw up off the floor, but she hadn't planned for me slipping and falling on my own drool, because holy hell.

His black tuxedo was tailor-made, molding to his body, accentuating his broad shoulders and showcasing his muscles. His hair was exactly as it always was - part windblown, part combed, styled to look intentionally messy.

The closer I got, the harder my heart pounded.

His gaze was focused solely on me, devouring me in that way he did when it was just the two of us. His eyes, though, weren't dark with hunger like they usually were when he looked at me like that. They were crystal clear, sharp, and sparkling like freshly shined sapphires.

After what felt like ages, I finally reached him.

Dad placed a kiss to my cheek and whispered, "I'm proud of you."

I blinked rapidly to combat the tears before they could fall.