Arianna’s POV
By the time Donald arrived, the park had lost some of its magic.
The fairy lights were still glowing between the trees, casting soft halos over couples who walked hand in hand, their laughter drifting gently through the air. Children still chased bubbles near the vendor stand, their squeals rising and falling like music. Everything was exactly as it had been minutes ago.
And yet, it felt different.
“Miss Kent,” Donald said gently as he approached me “Mr. McLeod asked me to take you home.”
I took one last glance around the park.
Camille and Elliot were still there, laughing now, closer than before. Her hand brushed his arm when she spoke. She looked relaxed. Happy. Exactly what I’d wanted to confirm.
And yet, the tightness in my chest didn’t ease.
I followed him to w
