Chapter 9

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, talking to some of Covey's cousins but for the most part just watching as everything went on around me. I loved the atmosphere. And I smiled watching Mark and one of his colleagues laugh at a lame joke he told.

"Princess."

I turned around and Covey was there, smiling down at me with an arm extended out.

"Come on, the fireworks are about to start."

Fireworks?

I smiled, taking her hand, letting myself be engulfed in the warmth I had grown to love. The night was windy and I stood there with my hands in Covey's. Things were so comfortable.

The fireworks began to go off and people gave shouts of appreciation, I smiled leaning my head into Covey's shoulders as we watched. At some point Covey turned me around so I was facing her, I could see the fireworks going off from the corner of my eyes.