Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Nine
Mateo’s pov
The flashing lights of the runway, the loud roaring of the crowd, and the endless chatter of the backstage after-party finally began to fade away into a quiet, beautiful blur. After the final walk, Gabriel had done exactly what he promised. He had walked right into the backstage VIP lounge holding a massive, breathtaking bouquet of deep crimson roses, his striking hazel eyes finding mine instantly across the crowded room. He hadn't cared about the photographers hovering nearby, and he hadn't cared about the local press watching his every move. He had simply walked straight to me, wrapped his massive, powerful arms around my waist, and lifted me completely off the ground, whispering how proud he was of me into the crook of my neck.
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