Lisa's POV
All the cameras were all set, and I was already on the verge of tears, wanting to hold it all in, but one could only hold onto such emotions when it was new.
Ivar had a way of making me cry and I didn't know if he was aware of how sweet he was. Our eyes finally locked in, and he waved at me, signaling that I come to him, which I did without hesitation.
I stretched my clothes, and I walked up to him; he slid his hands around my waist, and he kissed my forehead, then tenderly on my lips.
"This is not my special present. But enjoy the moment." be whispered, his finger squeezing my cheeks before he stepped aside.
