*Kiera*
I sit on the edge of the couch, my heart racing in anticipation. The living room feels both cozy and daunting, with its soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender wafting from the diffuser in the corner. Will sits beside me, his hand firmly holding mine, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach.
I glance at him, and he offers a reassuring smile that somehow eases my anxiety. He looks effortlessly handsome today, his hair tousled just right, shirt fitted perfectly to accentuate his broad shoulders. I can’t help but admire how he exudes confidence, like a star ready to shine in the spotlight.
The doorbell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts. Will squeezes my hand, an anchor amidst the storm of my nerves. “You’ve got this, Kiera,” he whispers, his
