MEANT TO BE

NOLAN

Love isn’t always easy, but it’s worth every battle, every scar, and every tear. Tonight was a reminder of that truth.

As I sat across from Alanna, the candlelight from our secluded table flickering softly, I couldn’t help but admire her. She wore a deep crimson dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the silk gliding over her skin like a whisper. Her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, the eyes that held so much strength and vulnerability, sparkled with the same intensity that drew me to her in the first place.

The restaurant was intimate, nestled in a quiet corner of the city, far from the chaos that had defined our lives recently. The walls were adorned with dark wood panels, and the ceiling was draped in vines, creating an atmosphere that felt both timeless and secluded. The soft hum of a live jazz band played in the background, adding a sense of elegance to the evening.

“You look beautiful,” I told her, reaching across the table to take her hand in