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Nathaniel’s POV
Keeping us a secret was suffocating, but tonight, we were done hiding. No more stolen glances, no more pretending. The moment had arrived, and we were stepping into it together.
She stood in front of me, her eyes fierce with determination. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves flickering in her gaze.
I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “With you? Always.”
Hand in hand, we stepped into the crowded event. The conversations around us faltered, eyes darting in our direction. Whispers rippled through the room, curiosity and judgment thick in the air. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the woman beside me and the life we were choosing together.
Her father was there, standing near a group of colleagues, his drink frozen midway to h
