The Love From Vengeance

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‘S POV ARIEL

I was finally ready for the party, putting on the dress that I had bought from the mall. I was the only one in my room, stili thinking about how the situation was going to turn out.

As I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my dress, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves fluttering in my stomach. The dress made me feel elegant and confident, but I couldn’t shake the uncertainty swirling in my mind about the upcoming party.

Just then, there was a gentle tap on my bedroom door, and it swung open to reveal my father, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that hugged his frame perfectly. His crisp white shirt contrasted beautifully with the

dark fabric, and a simple yet stylish tie completed the ensemble.

“Hey, Ariel, Are you ready to head out?” He asked, his voice warm and reassuring as he stepped into the

room.

I turned to face him, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him. “Almost, Dad,” I replied, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me in his presence.

He walked further into the room, his eyes sweeping over me with pride. “You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart,” he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before meeting my eyes.

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a rush of love for him. “Thank you, Dad,” I said softly, grateful for his

encouragement.

He extended his hand towards me, a gesture of invitation. “Shall we?” he asked, his smile warm and

inviting.

I nodded, slipping my hand into his, the familiar warmth of his touch grounding me. Together, we made our way to the car, the anticipation of the evening ahead mingling with a sense of comfort and security that only my father could provide.

Settling into the car, the familiar scent of my father’s cologne mingled with the soft hum of the engine, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and familiarity. I glanced over at my mother, who offered me a reassuring smile from the front seat, her eyes filled with bliss.

“Hey, sweetie, you look beautiful,” she said in a gentle tone that was really encouraging.

I smiled gratefully at her. “Thanks, Mom.”

the rearview mirror; his eyes were full

firmly. “I think so, Dad,” I replied, trying to muster up some of his

assurance.

to be really remarkable, Ariel. It’s a

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“That’s going to be

and dialed Tessa’s number, eager to see if she

the party.

it’s Ariel.”

voice bubbled on the other end of

confident despite the fluttering butterflies in my stomach.” Have

pause before Tessa responded. “Not yet, but I’m about to leave

conversation in the front seats of the car. “Yeah, we’re

I’ll see you there then,” Tessa said cheerfully. “And–don’t worry,

smiled at Tessa’s words. “Yeah, I believe so.

that, I ended the call.

the party,

father glanced at me through the rearview mirror, a playful twinkle

a man home to

trying to hide my embarrassment with a playful grin. “Can’t I just enjoy being

eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course, you can, sweetheart. I was

but smile at his words, feeling grateful for his understanding.

comfortable silence for a moment, the soft hum of the engine filling the car. Then my father

his voice turning serious for a moment. “Just remember that when you do find someone, make sure they treat you with the

will, Dad,” I

squeeze

her voice filled with amusement. “You have no idea, Ariel, how many potential suitors I have in mind for you!”

laugh at her teasing tone, shaking my head in

on, sweetie, you know I

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