"When will we meet again?" she asked, mustering up every ounce of courage within her. "Next time," he answered, biting his lip to hide his blush. "When exactly is next time?" she pressed. He offered a charming grin but remained tight-lipped. Even after six long years, she couldn't shake off the vivid memory of his adorable presence, standing tall before her at barely twelve, his striking features shining bright like the relentless sun. Now, at eighteen, Ariadne embarked on a new journey, attending Leyland University in a distant city, driven by her dream to be closer to Denver - to show him a different side of herself, no longer the child he remembered, but a mature woman. Her desire was simple: to slip quietly into his heart and make it her own. Would such a heartfelt wish come without struggle?
