Jenna stepped out from behind Bill. “Jenna!”
I hurried to her and fell into her arms. She’d been my virtual counselor for more than two years, and I’d always wondered what it’d feel like to give her a hug.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said as she hugged me back.
She was taller than I’d thought she would be, but then I thought about it, and realized I’d always seen her sitting down. But her vibrant amber eyes were the same. The video didn’t dull those out at all.
And she smelled like roses. I totally pictured her as a rose girl.
“You look so beautiful, and you’re doing great.” She smiled as she stepped to the side. “Your mom and dad are on the other side of the stage to greet you two after you get your diplomas.”
I hugged her again. “I can’t believe you’re here. This is so awesome!”
Hunter rested his hand on the nape of my neck, something I totally and completely loved. “Ready, Mrs. Amos?”
Looking up at him, I smiled as he guided me to the entrance. Marshal and Lisa pulled the side doors open, and Lisa winked. “You look beautiful, honey.”
I brushed my hand against hers as Hunter and I stepped onto left wing of the stage.
Hunter gently pulled the curtain back and squeezed my hand. “What song are you going to be thinking about as you walk across the stage?”
“No song.”
He looked down at me.
“Don’t need one. You’re with me.”
“I’ll always be with you.” He kissed my forehead.
“Angelina and Hunter Amos.” Our names echoed through the auditorium, and my heart skittered.
I’d done it. Made my goal of going to graduation—and then some.
I drew in a deep breath, stood up tall, and stepped onto the stage.
And for once, I knew everything would be all right from now on.