My Sun

Luke

The look on Sophia’s face was priceless. She deserved more than an exclusive restaurant, but it was only my first full day with her. There was more to come, and I couldn’t wait to make some happy memories with her without my mother’s disapproving stare or the weight of Jaabir’s pressure on me.

In the past, Father and Mother traveled all the time on vacations; one week wasn’t going to make the country crumble. That was what I had the council for.

Our waitress poured two flutes of champagne and placed the glasses between Sophia and me. She walked away—as I’d already planned the menu—and I lifted my glass to the beautiful woman sitting across from me.

“To forgiveness,” I said, clinking my glass with hers.

“For what?” she asked.

“You forgiving me,” I said.

She shook her head. “We’ve both made mistakes. I say we toast to finding our way back to each other.”

Sophia still surprised me in many ways.

“To finding our way home,” I said. Sophia was my sun, stars, and moon. I would never be a