*Ashley*
The sun dips below the horizon as I set the table, the last light casting a warm glow in my small kitchen. I’ve tried to make everything just right for dinner with Ben. The salad is fresh, the dressing is homemade, the roast chicken smells devine and I’ve even set out our best plates. Alexander is in the living room, engrossed in a dinosaur documentary, his little voice chiming in with facts I didn’t even know.
When the doorbell rings, my heart skips a beat. I take a deep breath and open the door, revealing Ben standing there with a box in his hands. “Ta-da!” he announces, his smile bright. “Dessert.”
I can’t help but laugh as he reveals a beautifully crafted chocolate cake, the kind that looks like it belongs in a bakery window. “Wow, that looks amazing!” I say, stepping aside
