Alex POV
“Are you scared?” I whispered.
“Petrified,” Stormy whispered back.
“I’m right here, Hurricane.”
“What if they hate me? Look at my hair and my weird eye.”
I chuckled and stroked her pink bottom lip. “Your weird eye is one of the things I like the most about you.”
“You never said anything before,” she hissed.
“Now this is my fault?” I chuckled.
“Yes!”
“Where is she?” A woman yelled. “Are they finally here?”
A woman with thick black hair appeared, behind her a slender older gentleman. The woman wore a mint green dress and expensive pearls around her neck. A few more people appeared. Two tall young men in tailor-made suits, along with two women by their arms, along with an older man and woman who could have been the young men’s parents.
They bore no resemblance to Storm. I
