Star-Crossed

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN.

ALEXANDER

Looking down at my Sky in her long golden dress, with her big brown eyes shining while looking up at me and her smile illuminating the room, I found myself swimming in a pool of three emotions.

The first was was nervousness.

Like in movies, when men see a beautiful woman and suddenly they become all nervous. That was me.

The second was calm.

Just like it always had, her beautiful face always calmed something in me even when I was already calm.

It was something in her brown irises that just calmed me in a matter of a few seconds.

The last was love.

That love that I never thought I could ever feel for someone because of being hurt for so long, but I felt that with her only.

It was a love that could never end, and looking down at her, in the most beautiful way I've ever seen her, it just multiplied that love by one thousand.

Today was prom night. A night that every teenager looked forward to. I knew that night would be perfect because I had Sky by my side.

I haven't been able to see her all day because of her and Elena having to do their girl things, but it all made it worth it in the end.

There she was, coming down the stairs of her house, looking at me with a love that was in my eyes as well.

The rest of the room was blank to me. I forgot that her parents were there, that my mother and little sister were there also, and the families of Elena and Justin.

It was just Sky and I.

I picked her up and spun her around, smiling at her heavenly giggles that could never tire me.

Her smile was all I saw while she slid down my body and let her feet touch the floor. The way I didn't have to look down so much, because of her heels, surprised me.

"I am the luckiest guy in the world." I blurted out.

She giggled some more. "What do you think?"

I placed my lips close to her ear and turned her around to face her parents. "I would tell you what I think, but I'm afraid your parents will kill me."

My mother was the first to greet her, and had tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Sky and squealed loudly.

Sky's mother was crying too, looking at her daughter like she was gold. I found myself relating to the way she looked at her. Then her eyes met me, and they immediately looked back down.

I shrugged it off and put my eyes back on Sky. Needing her touch, I brought her close to me and kept my hand on her waist.

My father was here too.

These past few months, he had succeeded at actually being a father. To me, that fatherhood would always be broken but I could not let my hatred for him get in the way of Layla being able to have a father.