I don’t deserve her.
Cassandra smiles at me, her arm tucked into her dad’s, as she walks toward me.
Her black curls are twisted with silver threads and pulled back into a loose braid down her back, letting me see all of her glowing face, her cheeks pink from joy and the chill in the air.
Each step she takes has her dress fluttering around her. The silver gauzy material is absolutely stunning on her and just a few shades lighter than my suit.
I would have married her in her jean shorts, but she wanted a dress. And her parents wanted to help plan. So we waited these few long months. And it was worth it.
She’s so fucking worth it.
She wouldn’t let me see the dress, and as much as I love it, I can’t stop looking at her smile.
I haven’t seen her since this morning. And it’s been too long.
I step away from Nero and meet them at the front row.
Mr. Cantrell kisses both of Cassandra’s cheeks, then holds his hand out to me. “Take care of her, yeah?”
I shake his hand, then turn to the woman I’m about to make my wife. “Until my last breath.”
