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Harry

Moonlight. I love it.

I don't know why I've stuck to principessa for her. I call her so many things in my head though. Dove and butterfly mostly because of all the flutters she causes. Any nickname is perfect for her honestly. She deserves them all.

But Moonlight...

I could have sworn she would say Big Spender again since that was the nickname she gave me in Paris. She's used it a handful of times, along with sugar daddy. Those make me laugh so much. But now that she's called me Moonlight, I know those were just jokey nicknames.

So here I am, sitting in the moonlight, waiting for Grace to come into the living room. We agreed on meeting at 2am on the couch just to talk. I love talking to her.

Getting to know Grace is the biggest privilege of my life. Of course along with getting to kiss her cheek and hold her hand.

In just a few days everything's changed between us. When she trusted me with her most vulnerable moment last night and then kissed my cheek, it was like there was a shift in the universe.

She has experienced so much pain and hurt in her life but she doesn't let it show. She tries her best to make sure everyone is so happy around her. If she never told me about her childhood or her family life, I would have never guessed.

She's such a joyful person. Despite everything she's gone through, she wakes up the next morning, wanting it to be better than the day before. If I were in her shoes, I don't think I would have survived my childhood.

There's something so beautiful about this girl. Obviously her looks. But I mean, her personality. She grew up in this loveless home but she still learned how to love and found love wherever she could.

Elias has a lot to do with that. He has so much love for his little sister. He taught her about love. He showed little Gracie the unconditional love their parents could never give them. And Grace showed him love in return. I'm glad they had each other through that.

He must be so proud of her, seeing her get up each day with a smile on her face. Ready to take on the world. I know he must have been the first person to encourage Grace to go to film school. Probably the only one to support her through it.

If I were him, I would be so proud of the woman she grew up to be. She's so perfect.

And even though she was heartbroken by Jesse, here she is, smiling and laughing all day long.

Kissing my cheek on the plane.

Meeting me in the middle of the night to talk.

Her figure appears out of the hallway, the most gorgeous smile crossing her lips. She walks past me and into the kitchen. My brows furrow, watching her.

She grabs the wine bottle before walking back to the couch. I chuckle softly, taking the bottle from her to pull the cork out.

Her small figure sits next to me, legs crossing as she watches me open the wine bottle.

"I'm gonna have to start ordering an extra one of these every night if this is gonna be our thing now." I joke, taking a quick sip from the bottle before handing it to her.

She hums in agreement as she takes a sip. She puts the bottle down and smiles, "For sure." she agrees.

I'm unable to stop myself from leaning over and kissing her cheek. They're just so soft and plush. She always gets this huge smile when I kiss them, which only makes me want to do it more. re. I want to make her smile as much as possible.

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