Page 223 of I See You

He could already picture her rolling her eyes under the blindfold.

He walked a few steps ahead, heart racing as he glanced toward the beach. Everything was in place—the soft glow of lanterns lining the shore, the white roses curling along the sand, and their families hidden quietly, ready. He gave a nod.

Back where she stood, Sevyn fidgeted with her fingers, confused and nervous, her senses heightened. Then came the soft swell of music—“ICU”by Coco Jones, played live by a violinist and pianist near the shore. Her lips curled into a suspicious frown under the blindfold.

Seconds later, she felt a presence behind her—strong, familiar. “Hey, Miracle,” a deep voice said.

Her breath caught. That voice… “Daddy?” she asked softly, stunned.

Steven didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached up and gently removed the blindfold.

As her eyes adjusted, the scene before her hit like a wave.

The entire beach was transformed—white roses stretched along the tide, flickering candles outlined a path in the sand, and glowing letters lit up near the ocean’s edge:

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Her breath hitched. Her vision blurred. Her hands flew to her mouth as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. She didn’t care about the makeup—this was beyond anything she’d imagined.

The music swelled. Her family. His family. All of them standing along the path, smiling, cameras up, love in every pair of eyes watching her. And there—at the end of the aisle—stood Hassan.

A white designer suit hugged his broad frame, glowing under the moonlight, and even from where she stood, she could see it—his eyes shimmering. He was crying too.

“Come on, Princess,” Steven said gently, sliding his arm through hers.

She leaned into her father, heart thudding so fast it felt like it might burst, and let him guide her down the sandy aisle toward the man who changed her life. Her white dress clung to every curve, soft satin shimmering in the moonlight, her tiny baby bump just visible. Her hair was pulled into an elegant, messy bun, soft curls falling at the sides of her face—unintentional and flawless.

And there he stood, the man who once walked through hell to find her, now waiting in Heaven on earth, asking to spend forever.

Once Steven and Sevyn reached Hassan, Steven extended his hand and dapped him up like a brother, a gesture that made Sevyn’s heart swell. She’d always dreamed of the man she loved having a bond with her father—and this, this was everything. They didn’t just get along. They acted like father and son.

“Take care of my daughter,” Steven said firmly, his voice laced with both warning and love.

“With everything in me,” Hassan replied, his tone steady, full of promise.

Steven gave Sevyn a kiss on the cheek before stepping aside, leaving the two of them standing face to face under the moonlit sky. Hassan reached for both of her hands, gripping them tight as he looked into her teary eyes. Their families circled around, phones out, smiles wide, hearts full.

Then Hassan dropped to one knee.

The crowd gasped quietly, but Sevyn’s world went silent.

“Sevyn Love…” he began, already getting choked up. She could see it—the way his throat tightened, the way his breath hitched. She gently rubbed her thumbs over his hands, calming him.

“I never believed in healing… not until you. When you walked into my life, I thought you were just another distraction. I didn’t know therapy—you—your presence, your patience, your grace, would lead me here… learning how to love. Learning what it means to be loved in return.”

Sevyn’s tears were already falling, but she kept her eyes locked on his.

“You saw me, Sevyn. In ways I never even saw myself. You looked past the power. Past the silence. Past the ice. You saw the broken boy behind the cold man, and you stayed.”

The emotion cracked in his voice as his own tears streamed freely now, unashamed. Their families quietly wiped their eyes, witnessing the kind of love that people pray for but rarely find.

“I love you,” Sevyn mouthed, her lips trembling. Hassan took a shaky breath.

“You loved me when I didn’t even have a heart worth loving. You held space for my pain. You brought light to places I thought were condemned to darkness. You made me feel seen. And to be loved... is to be seen. You saw all of me—the rage, the ruin, the regret—and you never once flinched.”

Sevyn was sobbing now, her body trembling, heart bursting.

“So I vow this: to never run from you again. To protect your softness like it saved my life—because it did. I love you, Sevyn. Fully. Deeply. Always.”

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