Aliana’s POV

The ocean breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of salt and fresh possibilities as I stood in front of Solara, my very own restaurant.

The sign over the doorway shone brightly in the California sun—striking, stylish, and uniquely mine.

I ran my fingers along the doorframe before entering, breathing in the familiar scent of fresh herbs, citrus, and a slight sweetness of baked bread.

This was my dream.

And still…

There was a sense of absence.

The ...