"You look beautiful, Sera," he says, offering me his hand.
I take it without hesitation. I swear I hear a growl, but there isn't an animal in sight. Ten minutes later, we are sitting in a secluded booth. I have a glass of red wine and Kael has two fingers of bourbon sitting in front of him. We both ordered our favorite pasta dishes.
"I wanted to apologize again for my father showing up at the hospital today," he says.
"It's not your fault, Kael. I don't even really blame him. I mean I didn't appreciate it at the moment, but I understand. He is trying to protect you. It's what a good father should do."
"I'm not exactly a boy anymore, Sera. He had no right to approach you about our marriage, especially after I made it clear it was between us," he says.
I'm just about to open my mouth
