My Fiancé’s Father Mocked Me On His Private Jet—Until The Pilot Scanned My ID – The Archivist

was painted in lavender and orange, the end of a perfect day.

Footsteps approached behind me. Daniel slipped his arms around my waist.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “More than okay.”

He rested his chin on my shoulder. “I saw you and my dad talking earlier. Everything all right?”

I smiled softly. “Better than all right.”

He kissed my cheek. “You know, you do not continue reading …