JAMES’ POV
I spent most of the day making calls, making sure everything was put in order. Stella had no idea about what I had planned, and I wanted it to remain that way. Every single detail had to be perfect—she didn’t just deserve words from me, she deserved to feel how much I loved her.
I looked at my watch and smiled. Perfect. She thought we were just going out for dinner tonight, but she deserved a proper first date, and I was going to make her see how serious I was about us.
The private rooftop I had rented was already set—candles, soft music, the view of the city at night. I had even gotten her favorite type of flower, because I had seen her always staring at it and talking about it when she thought I wasn’t noticing.
While the team finished setting everything up, I laid back on
