Angel's POV
The dress was taking too long.
I had sent the maid twenty minutes ago to go get me a proper dress to change to, and right now, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, filled with impatience. I was excited. Extremely excited that I couldn't sit still in this room any longer. Merrick's face when he had told me. The way something in me had simply - exhaled. The guilt I had been carrying about what I couldn't give him, set down cleanly, by him, without drama.
I wanted to find Terrell.
I wanted to tell him that I knew, that Merrick had come, that everything felt lighter in a way I hadn't expected it to.
The maid finally arrived with the dress.
I changed quickly, and was reaching for the door when it opened from the other side.
Terrell.
He came in beaming in a way I had not seen on his face before. He crossed the room and put his arms around me before I had finished registering his arrival.
"My love," he said. "I missed you."
