Sophia’s POV
My dress is in my grip. My heels drill into the earth as I walk and look around, squinting in the dark backyard. I turned off the lights, yet I see the large beech tree and walls that I climbed over.
A month ago, I treaded these same grounds with a suitcase, running away, wanting to be free from arranged marriages and a controlled life.
Thank God he caught me.
I thought I was trapped, but here I am today, getting engaged, falling so hard and beautifully, wanting him and the life he offers with everything in me.
My feet stop moving. The night air is so cool against my skin, reminding me that Fall begins in a few days. I rest against a wall, rubbing my palms over my exposed arms. I’m already spending seasons with him.
Seconds pass as I wait. They turn into minutes. But
