BRIANA THOMPSON
After spending more time than I should admiring myself in the mirror, I finally decide to finish getting ready and leave the house.
But when I reach the garage of my building, I’m surprised to find a limousine parked there—with a strikingly handsome and elegant man leaning casually against it, waiting for me.
"I was about to go up and see if you were still alive. Let's go—your godmother and Callie are in the car waiting," my godfather says, smiling.
I swallow hard at the mention of my godmother's youngest daughter.
"Godfather, are you really sure about this?"
He beckons me over, and when I stand in front of him, he kisses my forehead.
"I should have done this a long time ago, Briana. Now, let's get in."
He opens the limousine door, and I step in first. He follows ri
