He sat back on his heels, his jaw slackened like he’d just taken a blow. For twenty years, he’d dreamed of her, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d imagined how she might have aged, how she might have grown and changed, how she would have gone from girl to woman. And still, he was not prepared for it. Yes, twenty years had changed her. But Grace had not gone from girl to woman; she had gone from girl to goddess.
