Aidan.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs out as Davian eagerly spread a collection of gift ideas across the low wooden table. Damien paced restlessly near the window, hands laced behind his head like he was trying to physically force his brain to think harder.
We had been tossing around suggestions for the last hour, and at this point I could barely tell one extravagant idea from the next, but the excitement buzzing between us kept me engaged.
"So…" Davian said thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the table, "we agree it needs to be something meaningful, right? Something that absolutely screams you're ours."
Damien spun around mid-pace, eyes lighting up. "How about a diamond necklace? Our princess deserves that!" he declared, a grin stretching from ear to ear.
