Our boat docks on Knight Island. Oddly, I feel at home. Justine is our ride, but Micah greets us before she can. Micah looks massive, but he still has that warm smile. Now grinning from excitement, he says, "Ajay! Wow, you look beautiful. I'm so glad to see you." He glances at Marisol, and she locks her arm under mine, asking, "Why are you here?" "I didn't know you had a ride. But now that I'm here, Justine, you can go home." "Micah, you're not my father." Justine scoffs. Now stoic, Micah says, "Justine, go home." Almost timid, Marisol interrupts, "Micah, thanks for coming, but I asked Justine because we need her assistance preparing for the wedding." Gazing my way, he answers, "Ajay looks perfect the way she is." A brow lifted, I stared his way, unresponsive. Marisol clutches my arm tighter, saying, "Micah, we need to get ready." Glaring through us, Micah pauses, jumps into his luxury muscle car, and speeds off. Cutting my eyes at Marisol, I say, "Micah's different." Face t
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