Alexander’s POV

She sniffles, face turning to her left as her hand goes to her eyes.

My left arm stays around her. I reach into my pocket for my handkerchief and slip it into her grip. It was not my intention to make her cry again on this special day.

I move my fingers against her ribs, tickling softly.

Her body kicks against mine and freezes. She pulls in another inhale and glances at me with misty eyes before blinking away.

“Still crying?” I whisper in her hair.

She dabs her eyes with ...