After three hours of dinner and after-meal, Lucas finally closes the house door when my father leaves. He looks at me "we didn't do too bad," he comments, making me laugh.

"Not at all, you've made wedding plans and everything," I complain, crossing my arms as I lean my back against the pillar behind me.

Lucas walks towards me as if I were his prey and smiles "and that bothers you?" he asks humorously.

I immediately deny, "no, but I thought my father would never forgive you for what happened. The day I tried to kill me," I explain when his arms surround my waist and bring me close to him.

"Your father and I have talked a lot about that after I returned here to Miami." I couldn't tell him all the details, but if I confessed that I was wrong about you and was entirely sorry for it. When I allowed myself to get to know him better, I realized how much you mean to him and how much he cares that you are happy. He also got to know me better. Somehow, I have made him understand that you have b