Aurora pov

I drove to Ria’s place when she invited me over. I pressed the doorbell, the door swung open.

Ria stood there with a glass of wine in her hand, her smile already loud enough to fill the doorway.

“Hey, come in,” she said, stepping aside.

I walked in, the scent of vanilla candles and baked apples drifting through the living room.

“Aren’t you looking beautiful?” Ria teased as she led me to the couch. Her eyes flicked to my hair. “I see you’ve chosen to go black ...