Before Oriana's arrival, Arlan had been reflecting on his earlier conversation with her about the evening. His words had seemed more like a formal arrangement than an expression of something truly special between them.
In the moment, uncertainty had overtaken him, and he had spoken in a way that differ from the patient approach he had long planned. His words had sounded almost like a command she couldn't refuse, intended for her own benefit.
Yet now, as he watched her, he understood that no such directive was necessary. She would have accepted his invitation regardless of how he presented it.
Arlan resolved to amend it by ensuring this night would be the most unforgettable one in her life. He took her hand with a gentle touch, lowering his gaze to the delicate hand he held. His thumb softly caressed the back of her palm, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.
