*Alexander*

She was beautiful.

Her hair was braided, looking brighter and healthier than I’d seen her since we’d first met, pulled across one shoulder as she looked up at me with a nervous but hopeful look like she didn’t know she’d stolen the breath from my lungs.

Her dress was long, flowing down to the floor-length in a beautiful color that matched the same shade of my eyes. It was modest, with long sleeves but hiding so much ...