The morning sun streamed through the high-rise office windows, casting streaks of gold across the clean, polished floor. But the warmth of the sun couldn’t melt the cold heaviness Aria felt in her chest.
She walked into the office feeling like she was walking straight into a storm. Her strides were hesitant, her head slightly bowed. Everything about her screamed exhaustion. Physically, emotionally, mentally. The other night had been surreal—Noah's rooftop proposal, the overwhelming beauty of it all, the flood of emotion. She had said yes. She was someone’s girlfriend now. And yet, her chest was tight.
She shook her head and made her way to her desk. The moment she sat, she opened her inbox, staring at the mountain of unread emails and half-finished tasks. Her fingers hovered over the key
