Maya's POV
Standing at the foot of the altar, my arm linked with my father's, I watched as Damon approached us. His smile was radiant, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. My father welcomed him with open arms and a warm grin.
"Damon, I'm not giving my daughter away today," my father said. "I'm gaining a son instead. But I entrust you with one mission—make her happy. I know you'll cherish her, just as she will cherish you."
With a tender kiss on my hand, my father placed it in Damon's, who gazed at me with pure adoration before pressing his lips to my forehead.
"You look like an angel descended from heaven, my little one," he whispered. The emotion clogging my throat prevented any response. Damon turned to my father. "Orson, I promise to care for her every day and devote my life to her happiness."
