57: Regret it

As the sky turned from orange to deep purple, Noah felt a sense of contentment wash over him. The day had been perfect—everything he had hoped for and more. But it wasn't just the activities or the locations that made it special; it was Vivienne. Her presence, her laughter, the way she looked at him—it all felt right.

Finally, they made their way to the last stop of the day: a secluded beach. Noah had arranged for a small bonfire to be set up, with blankets and pillows strewn around for comfort. They sat by the fire, the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore, the stars twinkling above them.

Vivienne actually burst out laughing when she saw this scene and couldn't help saying, "Noah Sullivan, who did you learn from to plan a date?"

Noah scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I might have taken a page out of my parents' first date."

Vivienne touched his fluffy hair and ruffled them making Noah stand there dumbstruck in surprise. "You love the sense of ceremony in everythin