Melia’s Point of View
I adjust the flowers in the center of the table for the tentb time, frowning at them.
“No… that looks wrong.”
I mumble, movinf one stem slightly to the left.
“Okay, now it looks worse.”
I say, and sigh under my breath as I immediately move it back.
“Hey.”
Alex’s voice comes from behind me, gentle and cautious.
“Are you okay? Why are you staring at those flowers like they have personally offended you?”
He asks and I glance up at him with a deep frown.
“No, I am not okay. This all looks wrong.”
I say, gesturing vaguely at the table, the plates, the flowers, everything.
He shakes his head and steps closer to me, sliding his arms around me and pulling me into his chest.
“No. Everything looks great. The food smells amazing, baby. You did a great job.”
He says
