Camila
My mind spun with each step up the staircase. The memories of the last twelve hours swirled with hurricane-strength emotions. It seemed impossible that Papá had called me into his office this very afternoon. No, it's officially tomorrow. He called me to his office yesterday.
In the hours following that meeting my whole world changed.
Our whole world.
The disappointment at my father's decision and his unwillingness to listen sent me reeling. It wasn't until I saw Dante and knew he'd come across the country to fight for me that I regained my footing. If he could fight for me—for us, so could I.
Dante's and my marriage was the throwing of a stone into a lake. The ripples would flow in every direction, having repercussions beyond the two of us.
A quick look up at the man holding
