AMELIA

As I sat there, sipping my water and trying to calm my racing heart, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn our conversation had taken. Roman and I were... flirting? The realization hit me like a sudden gust of wind, both exhilarating and slightly terrifying. And maybe not so bad the more I thought of it.

"A black dress it is, then," Roman said, his voice low and tinged with something that sounded suspiciously like anticipation. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," He promised in a low voice that had me on edge.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Oh? And what makes you so sure about that?"

He leaned in slightly, close enough that I could see the flecks of darker blue in his irises. "Let's just say I've gotten to know your taste pretty well over the years, Amelia. Even if you don't remember all of it,” He simply replied.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of all the history between us that I still couldn't fully recall. But instead of the