Jaxon pov
At first, Arya stared at me for some minutes, not saying anything, but I could tell she was deciding whether or not to believe me. I was lying to her, but I still made her believe me. That was the wrong thing I liked about Aria. She did not always want to stress things out like Rachel was someone who stressed things out, and even Aria.
Just then, she held my hand and pulled me with her as we walked into her house. Everything seemed so different and so beautiful. I couldn't help but open my mouth in surprise. Everything seemed so different and so beautiful. I stared at her with a white smile on my face.
"Did you just do all this?" She shakes her head, and I couldn't help but fantasize about how everything looked so beautiful. Why would she do this kind of preparation for me when it wasn't like she wanted more to this? I thought to myself.
As I smiled at her before asking the wrong question, I knew she would hesitate to answer.
"Why did you adorn your house this way?"
