Overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude for Finn Norris, she threw herself into his arms and burst into sobs.
The entire crowd suddenly broke into applause. Even Finn's parents, watching from the side, had long since come to terms with everything. They clapped along, their eyes filled with tears of relief.
The Wedding March was still playing. Finn Norris gently wiped away her tears. "No more crying," he said. "If you mess up your makeup, you'll be the ugliest bride here."
PFFT. Joan Shaw couldn't help but laugh at his teasing.
"Honestly, you're still such a kid. Come on, take my arm. Let's get you to Miles Xavier, shall we?"
"Okay," Joan Shaw nodded, reaching out to take Finn Norris's arm.
The two of them faced the sea. In that moment, Joan Shaw felt a profound sense of peace and security.
'In her life, there were many people she was grateful for, but the one she was most grateful for was him—Finn Norris.'
His arm was strong, and holding onto it, she felt completely at ease.
