KIMANI
It was finally happening — the day my dad and Alaric would officially meet.
All week, the thought had fluttered around in the back of my mind, somewhere between excitement and nerves. It wasn’t that I doubted either of them — they were both composed, dignified men — but still, my father meeting my husband made everything feel even more real.
The hours slipped by too quickly, and before I knew it, evening had arrived. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning as I stood before the mirror in my room.
I smoothed my hands over the red off-shoulder gown I’d picked out earlier — it hugged my body in all the right places, elegant yet modest, stopping just above my knees. The fabric shimmered slightly under the soft lighting, and for a brief moment, I allowed m
