Dos’s Point of View
I stood at the end of the carpet, hands tucked into my pockets, heart pounding like hell in my chest.
The moment I saw her—
Everything stilled.
There she was, standing barefoot in the sand, blinking as the lights around her began to settle into focus. Fairy lights danced in her eyes like stars, and the white dress she wore flowed around her legs like waves—simple, delicate, beautiful… just like her.
And then her gaze found me.
Her lips parted slightly. Her breath caught.
Mine did too.
That one look—soft, awestruck, unsure—hit me like a sucker punch I never saw coming.
I couldn’t move.
God, she was beautiful.
Her voice came out like a whisper, almost lost in the crashing waves.
“Dos…”
I smiled.
That slow, crooked, hopeless smile that only she ever got to se
