23. My girl

Sophia’s POV

Alexander’s face softens, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. In that moment, I see recognition and a depth of feeling mirrored in his gaze. The dance floor fades away, and it’s just the two of us, enveloped in a bubble of shared memories and unspoken words.

With my voice barely above a whisper, I find the courage to ask the question that lingers on my lips, desperate for confirmation. “Alexander, is it really you?”

He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his response, before nodding slowly. The corners of his mouth curl up into a gentle smile that I’ve longed to see again.

“It’s me,” he says, his voice carrying the same warmth and familiarity that has etched itself deep within my heart.

A rush of emotions floods through me, overwhelming and yet comforting. Tears well up in my eyes as I take a step closer, my hand reaching out hesitantly, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and longing.

“May I... may I see your face?” I ask, my voice barely audible amidst t