ARIA'S POV
I tried so much to look calm, though my heart felt uneasy.
Dante hesitated, his eyes scanning the room before landing back on me. To my surprise, he asked softly, “Can we go outside? Maybe to the balcony?”
I glanced at him, skeptical.
Part of me wanted to say no and walk away, but his tone wasn’t demanding. It felt... vulnerable.
After a moment of hesitation, I nodded and followed him.
The balcony was quiet, with only the faint hum of voices from the banquet hall in the background. The night air was cool, and the moon hung low, creating a soft light over everything. Dante leaned on the railing, looking down at his hands as if trying to find the right words.
For a moment, he didn’t say anything.
I tilted my head, waiting for him to speak. When he finally did, his words caught me off guard.
“Aria... do you still like the colour blue?”
I blinked, not sure how to respond. “Blue?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.