CHLOE'S POV
The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains brushing everything in a soft golden hue. I sat in front of the mirror fingers gently tracing the delicate necklace lying in the box. The engraved letter isn't actually for my own name but that doesn't matter. It's the love and affection that I'm receiving personally now that matters. It shimmered under the light, subtle yet striking and carried a weight heavier than gold—validation. Acceptance. A small piece of proof that Austin was seeing me.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
Two nights ago it felt like a dream. When Austin came home from work he looked different, more relaxed and more present. He walked in with a small square box in his hand and he had an unreadable expression. I raised an eyebrow in confusion then hesitantly took
