Soft sunlight filled the bedroom the next morning, warm and gentle. Aria stirred slowly, her hand moving across the bed—empty. She frowned slightly, then opened her eyes and froze.
A huge bouquet sat on the table across the room. Fresh. Beautiful. Overwhelming.
Her brows lifted in surprise. “Ryan…?” she murmured.
Before she could think more, the door opened. Ryan walked in—clean, dressed, perfect as always. But there was something different: a quiet satisfaction in the way he carried himself.
His eyes landed on her immediately, and he smiled. Aria blinked at him—then smiled back slowly.
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