✴ Scarlett ✴
The warm glow of the dining room lights set the perfect ambiance as I put the finishing touches on the table. I had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing for this dinner, just because I wanted everything to be just right. The candles flickered softly, and the scent of rosemary and garlic filled the air, which mingled with the faint sweetness of the chocolate cake that was cooling on the counter. Damien was due to arrive any minute, and I found myself pacing the kitchen. My heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves. This wasn’t our first dinner together, but tonight felt different. There was a weight to it. A sense of importance I couldn’t quite put into words. When the doorbell rang, I quickly wiped my hands on a towel and made my way to the door as I smo
