“Grace,” he said, with a gleam in his eyes, “you are a vision.”
As they stepped outside, the limousine gleamed under the evening sky. It was a spectacle—long and sleek, and so out of place in their modest neighborhood that it drew eyes and whispers from windows and porches.
Grace hesitated. “Dad, this feels too much.”
“Nothing is too much for you, Gracie,” he replied, his voice steady. “You deserve this and more.”
As they approached, the chauffeur tipped his hat with a friendly smile, opening the door to reveal a plush interior. Grace stepped inside with a mixture of excitement and disbelief, her heart racing with anticipation.
