Avah's pov
Roman’s thoughtful gesture caught me off guard. No one had ever done something like this for me. It was a simple thing, buying a dress, but it felt special. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. The dress fits perfectly. It was elegant, not too flashy, but just right. I felt different, almost like I was stepping into a new life.
I walked back to the bedroom, where Roman was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his back straight, as if he were waiting for something important. His gaze shifted to me, and for the first time, I saw a look of admiration in his eyes.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice soft but genuine.
I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like the dress,” he added, standing up and reaching for my hand. “Shall we go?”
I nodded, feeling a bit nervous now, but excited too. We hadn’t spent much time together yet, and I was curious about how he was outside of the formalities. Dinner was a chance to get to know each other better.
We left the house and got into his car, the sound of the engine humming beneath us. I noticed how effortlessly he drove, his calm demeanor giving me a sense of security. But I still couldn't shake the feeling of unfamiliarity. My life had shifted so drastically in such a short time.
Roman glanced at me briefly before focusing on the road. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice calm but sincere. “But I want to make sure you’re comfortable. I want to get to know you, Avah.”
That simple sentence hit me harder than I expected. He wasn’t rushing things and he wasn’t forcing anything. He just wanted to understand me. It was a small gesture, but at that moment, it made all the difference.
I took a deep breath and smiled, hoping this evening would be the start of something real.
We stopped at a grand hotel. Roman helped me out of the car and handed the butler his keys. He held my hand as we walked inside.
We looked so good together that people started staring, some even looking twice as we passed by.
We made our way to the back, where he had reserved a table. He pulled out my chair like a true gentleman, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
He didn’t sit down, though. It seemed like he was waiting for someone. Soon, his assistant arrived, carrying the biggest bucket of purple flowers. He handed them over to Roman.
“Avah, I wanted to give you flowers, but I didn’t know what you liked. So I had Mary peek at your wardrobe, and she noticed you liked purple. I hope I’m not wrong,” he said, clearly nervous.
I could tell he wasn’t the type to have to woo any woman. After all, with his height, looks, kindness, and wealth, any woman would come running. But now, he was mine.
“Thank you. I love purple,” I said, my voice thick with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes.
Roman smiled as he handed me the bouquet, his eyes soft with something unspoken. "I’m glad you like them," he said, his voice warm and genuine.
I took the flowers, breathing in their sweet fragrance, and glanced up at him, still a little overwhelmed by the gesture.
He sat down across from me, and we began to eat, the conversation flowing easily between us. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was able to relax and enjoy a moment that wasn’t about moving or adjusting to my new life. Roman made it feel effortless, like being with him was the most natural thing in the world.
The meal was delicious, the atmosphere intimate despite the bustling hotel around us. We shared small smiles and laughter, and in those moments, everything seemed to settle into place.
When we finished dessert, Roman leaned forward, his hand reaching into his jacket pocket. My curiosity piqued as he pulled out a small velvet box.
“Avah,” he began, his voice low and steady, “I’ve been meaning to give you something.”
He opened the box, revealing a stunning purple diamond ring, the stone shimmering under the soft lighting of the restaurant. It was beautiful, almost ethereal, just like the color that had become a part of who I was.
“This is for you. A symbol of our bond, of our future together,” he said, his eyes locking with mine.
I could feel the heat of the moment, the weight of his words, as my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t even know how to respond. This was more than I expected. It was more than just a ring, it was a promise.
“Roman, I…” My words caught in my throat, unable to fully express the emotions swirling inside me.
Without waiting for me to finish, he gently took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger, the cool metal fitting perfectly. The diamond sparkled as it caught the light, and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing this was just the beginning of a new chapter.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my forehead softly. “You’re mine now, Avah. Forever.”