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.”

his eyes were full of love. “Are

Dad,” I replied, trying to muster up some

assurance.

remarkable,

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going to

for my phone and dialed Tessa’s number, eager to see if she had already

to the

Tessa, it’s

voice bubbled on the other end of the

fluttering butterflies in

pause before Tessa responded. “Not yet, but I’m about to leave in a few minutes. Are you

the front seats of the car. “Yeah, we’re on our

there then,” Tessa said cheerfully. “And–don’t worry, we’re going to have an

Tessa’s words. “Yeah, I believe

I ended

our journey to the party, and the atmosphere

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

to bring a

on,” I protested, trying to hide my embarrassment with a playful grin. “Can’t I just enjoy being single

corners. “Of course, you can,

his words, feeling grateful for his understanding. “Thanks, Dad.”

a moment, the soft hum of the engine filling

a moment. “Just remember that when you do find someone, make sure they treat you with the love

nodded. I will, Dad,” I promised.

reaching over to squeeze my hand. “That’s my girl.”

mother chuckled from the front seat, her voice filled with amusement. “You have no idea, Ariel, how many potential

shaking my head in disbelief. “Mom, you’re incorrigible,” I said, affectionately rolling

“Oh, come on, sweetie, you know I only want what’s best for you.

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