Aliana's POV

I nodded, my chest lighter than it had been in weeks.

Solara.

A name that felt like light.

Like freedom.

Like a fresh start.

Kyle smirked. "Alright, then. Looks like Solara is officially in business."

After finalizing the name, the rest of the shopping felt easier.

I chose plates with fine gold borders, sparkling wine glasses illuminated by the store's lighting, and stylish black menus that would showcase the name Solara in elegant script.

Once we wrapped up shopping, the cart was overflowing, and Kyle was grumbling about how many bags he had to haul.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered, packing a box of utensils into the trunk....