Sophia’s POV
My eyes keep widening as I stare at the little pink frame.
It’s the picture of him and me from New Year’s Eve, professionally edited and crisp—we’re staring at each other. Just us in our own world, everything else is blurred in the background.
I put a hand over my mouth and meet his gaze. They’re filled with something passionate and wonderful.
I shake my head, unable to believe what’s happening and how fast my heart is racing.
“Turn the back,” he says.
I do instantly.
Same handwriting as the note with the butter yellow dress. His handwriting.
‘To my soon-to-be Mrs. Thorne,
Knowing you has given me purpose. Meeting you has made every day meaningful. This picture was taken on a day when all I could think of was making you mine.
Life played a beautiful game with me by o
