Aria’s POV
My heart had been racing long before the low rumble of his car finally broke the silence outside.
I stood on the upstairs balcony, fingers smoothing the edge of the crisp white tablecloth for the third time, even though it didn’t need it.
"Oh gosh, I hope he loves this." I said anxiously, I wanted to do something nice for him, I had prepared a golden watch that I neatly placed on the decorated table, along with tasty meals that I had the best chefs-Le Romanas, you need to book them weeks to months before, but them being my grandparents personal chefs, they could never refuse my request.
Fairy lights glowed softly along the railing, casting warm halos against the dark. Candles flickered in their glass holders, flames bending with the night breeze, and the rich scent of gril
