_Lyla's POV_
After the emotional reunion with Aaron, we decided to have dinner together. The dining hall was quiet, with only the soft clinking of cutlery and the occasional murmur of voices. The tension from earlier had melted away. It was replaced by a warm and comforting atmosphere. Aaron sat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. His presence was like a balm to my frayed nerves, and I felt myself relaxing for the first time in days.
As we ate, Aaron reached into a small cooler beside him and pulled out a bottle of champagne. The golden liquid sparkled in the soft light, and he held it up with a playful grin.
“What is this for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Celebrating,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I am home and I am with you. That is worth celebrating, don’t you thi
