Ashton:
The sun was barely up, but I was already rushing through the town square, checking off a list in my head. If I was going to make tonight special for Adrianna, I needed everything to be perfect.
A picnic seemed simple enough, but I knew Adrianna—she appreciated thoughtful details. I wanted every part of it to show her that I wasn’t taking her or our bond for granted.
I started at the bakery. The smell of freshly baked bread hit me the moment I opened the door, and Mrs. Tillman, the baker, greeted me with a warm smile.
“Ashton, what brings you here so early?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
“I need your best loaf of bread,” I said quickly. “Something rustic, hearty, but not too heavy.”
She raised a brow but didn’t ask questions, pulling a freshly baked sourd
