When Love Crosses the Line
Not as a daughter to impress, not as a prize to be won, but as a person.
“I… thank you,” Amara said, voice small, almost trembling.
“You’re among family now,” Grace said with a wink. “And here, we speak our minds, laugh loudly, and sometimes, eat too much. I hope you’re ready for that.”
Amara managed a small laugh, the knot in her chest loosening ever so slightly.
Liam stepped closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “See? Told you it would be fine,” he murmured, his voice low, warm, grounding. She nodded, grateful for the familiar anchor he provided in a night that felt like stepping onto uncharted ground.
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