Erik’s POV

I was lost in Poppy’s green eyes. A cute little smile on her lips. The lovely flare of her metallic golden bolero complimented the peachiness of her skin and the gorgeous fiery hair piled high on her head.

To the Gods, she was beautiful.

I held her trembling hands in mine, trying to soothe her nervousness. It seemed to work, even if I could feel the hammering of her pulse in her wrist. Watching her gown flow around her as she walked down the ...