TROY’S POV.
I waited downstairs for Blue, who was taking longer than expected. It was already thirty minutes past seven, and she was supposed to be down by seven. Doubts crept in, had something gone wrong, or had she changed her mind about going out with me? I would not blame her, but I was desperately hoping she would come. I briefly considered going to her bedroom to check on her, but I resisted the urge. It turned out to be a good decision because, at that moment, Blue descended the stairs, looking incredibly beautiful. I was in awe, almost feeling like I needed to pinch myself to confirm that I was still awake because it felt as if I were staring at an actual angel.
In that instant, I realized she was the woman I had been searching for, and I was determined never to part from her. I
