Jasmine’s POV

Stepping out of the white limo with an INGOO sleeveless backless black dress and cross strappy heels, saying I am anxious is an understatement.

My heart is thumping wildly within my ribcage.

My hands are trembling slightly despite my firm hold on my tiny purse.

My lips are quivering in excitement mixed with nervousness as I glance around to see Mathew appear in front of me.

He is wearing a black official suit.

Before I can ask him where Xavier is, he presents a bouquet ...