Sophia’s POV

My dress is in my grip. My heels drill into the earth as I walk and look around, squinting in the dark backyard. I turned off the lights, yet I see the large beech tree and walls that I climbed over.

A month ago, I treaded these same grounds with a suitcase, running away, wanting to be free from arranged marriages and a controlled life.

Thank God he caught me.

I thought I was trapped, but here I am today, getting engaged, falling so hard and beautifully, wanting him and the life ...