As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink, gold, and lavender, Amara’s nerves started to flutter with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She made her way back to the packhouse to find Darius. She was ready, yet every step she took felt heavy with anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirlwind of hopes and fears.
Would he like it? Would he understand what she was trying to say with this dinner? Would she be able to go through with it without letting her past fears overwhelm her?
She shook her head, trying to clear away the doubts. She trusted Darius, and she loved him. That was what mattered. She had to remember what Maya had said—take it slow, communicate, and just be herself. With that thought in mind, she took a deep breath and pushed forward, dete
