ARIANA

I wandered around the house slowly, hugging myself as I took one last look at the place that had somehow transformed into a haven of warmth and memories. Each corner seemed to hold a story—the way the sunlight filtered through the windows in the mornings, the cosy evenings by the fire, and the quiet moments where everything felt… perfect.

A small smile curved on my lips as I thought about how much I had enjoyed every moment in this place.

As I lingered by the door, Grayson came into view, carrying the last of our bags. His stride was confident, as always, but there was something softer in his...