As the third day dawned, my heart was already racing in anticipation. Today wasn't just another anniversary. Today was the day I'd finally ask Lydia to marry me. The thought sent a thrill down my spine, both exciting and daunting.
After everything we'd been through, the long stretches of duty and distance, I was ready to make her mine in every sense. But first, I had to look the part.
I stood in front of the mirror, assessing my short black hair. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about it. But today, I wanted it to be perfect.
I ran a hand through it, considering if it should stay tousled or be smoothed out. After a few moments of deliberation, I decided on a sleek style—a bit different than my usual, but with a touch of edge.
I slicked it back, then softened it around the edges, creating a balance between polished and natural that felt right.
"Hmm," I murmured, tilting my head. I wanted every detail to be right, and it had to be flawless.
