Adina's POV

The crisp morning air held a mournful chill, a somber blanket over the world. I slipped into a simple black dress, the fabric a stark contrast to the vibrant colors I usually preferred. My hair, a cascade of dark waves, was pulled back into a neat bun, and I chose to leave my face bare, a silent tribute to the gravity of the day. Stepping out of the building, I saw him waiting for me in the car.

He was dressed in all black as well, the dark clothes emphasizing the broadness of ...