Fiona’s POV
The moment Micah enters the room, a bottle of the finest bourbon cradled in one arm and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers held in the other, my world seems to shift. He walks in with his usual confidence, something that is in stark contrast to the uncertainty that has plagued me in recent days.
His steps are measured and deliberate as if he knows exactly what he is doing. As he approaches my father, I can't help but wonder at the transformation that occurs when he shifts from the formidable Lycan Prince to a gentle man who treats my father with love and respect.
He greets my father with a firm handshake, their eyes locking in a silent understanding that speaks of mutual respect.
"Good evening, sir," Micah says with a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
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