Sienna's POV
I stared at Eric across the dinner table.
“Come with you?” I asked softly.
He reached across the table and took my hand again.
“I’m serious, Sienna.”
“I want them to see you,” he continued, his thumb brushing slow circles against my knuckles. “I want my parents, my family, everyone back home to see the woman who has my heart.”
My heart fluttered.
There was just something about the way he spoke with such pride and certainty.
“You know they’ve already seen the wedding video,” he added quietly. “And according to Connor, my father is furious. He’s threatening to disown me for disgracing the family name.”
I swallowed hard. “Eric…”
“It doesn’t matter,” he cut in gently but firmly. “None of it does.”
He squeezed my hand tighter.
“All my life, I’ve lived according to his
