Olivia's POV
After a moment of regaining control and calming my racing heart, I finally rejoined the party still looking out for my mother.
My mystery man's touch still lingered on my skin, and for some reason, I felt truly happy. Someone loved me. Someone was protecting me. Someone thought I was worth fighting for.
Even if he did express his devotion in the most mysterious ways, it still made me feel very special.
The fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting soft glow on couples that were dancing so lovingly. It was so beautiful to watch but I smiled to myself, knowing I had someone now.
I spotted Alex at the center of the stage, champagne glass raised. Vanessa stood by his side, looking so radiant and dazzling, while Maxwell lurked behind them like the perfect chaperone.
"…and so I toast to the woman who taught me that love isn't just about finding someone you can live with," Alex was saying in a loud proud voice, "but finding someone you can't live without."
Gag me.
