Ali Ahmed POV
Ali stepped off the stage and into the crowd of his former classmates. He was hardly paying attention to their congratulations, though.
Before he'd gone to give his speech, he'd spotted Kyra across the room. She'd been just as gorgeous as she was in college, though she was different, too. She was wearing a green dress that perfectly complemented her wavy brown hair, which had been up in a sophisticated twist with a few strands loose to frame her face. She'd looked a bit nervous, but still beautiful and elegant. Ali had wanted nothing more than to run to her, but instead he'd gone to give his speech and lost sight of her. Just now, he'd seen her again, but she'd answered a call and turned to leave.
Ali tried to follow her to the doors, wanting to catch her for at least a moment. His bodyguard, Mohammed, followed close behind. Why was Kyra leaving now? Did she not want to talk to him? Ali wouldn't blame her, but he also couldn't stand to leave things this way. No way was h
