BRIGID’S POV

The rain hammered against the car roof like bullets. Heavy, relentless, angry. I loved it.

My sentinel stood outside with an umbrella, water dripping from his jacket sleeves. He kept glancing at me through the window, probably wondering why I refused to get out. I let him wonder. Because if he had any brains, he would know that I could not get my custom gown wet.

Not to mention, the storm felt like a sign, like the universe was finally acknowledging that tonight would change ...