Aria’s POV
I arrived first, standing on the very ground where our story had begun, or maybe where it had ended. It was hard to tell anymore which moments were beginnings and which were closures dressed up as something else.
The rooftop restaurant looked the same. Same fairy lights strung across the pergola, same soft jazz drifting from hidden speakers, same breathtaking view of the city sprawling below us like a carpet of stars. The nostalgia hit me like a physical blow, so visceral I could almost smell the cologne Damien had worn that night, something expensive and woody that had made me dizzy with want.
I smiled faintly, remembering how he'd gone down on one knee right here, how the ring had caught the light, how I'd jumped up and down like a complete maniac, shouting "YES! YES!! I WI
