Nicholas’s confession

The dress suited her flawlessly as if it had been designed specifically for her. The delicate floral pattern brought a touch of vibrancy. The halter neckline drew attention to her graceful shoulders, and the V-neck added a hint of allure without being overdone. Her skin glowed warmly in the golden light, and her hair caught the breeze, framing her face like a halo.

Nicholas felt his breath hitch as his gaze lingered on her. She looked radiant, effortlessly stunning, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. All he wanted was to pull her close, to hold her tightly, and savor the peace of this moment.

Ava, sensing the intensity of his stare, shifted uncomfortably. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Shall we go?"

Her words jolted Nicholas from his reverie. He cleared his throat, his expression smoothing into one of composure. "Yes, of course."