Aurora James - POV
"Wow." The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. The village looked as if it had been plucked from a painting. The sidewalks were made of cobblestone, and the few shops that dotted the landscape were constructed of wood and glass, all bathed in the soft glow of orange lights that flickered gently in the evening air.
The SUV in front of us came to a halt by the side of the road, and our vehicle followed suit. As we piled out, Dad walked toward me, draping his arm around my shoulder. "This is where your mom and I had our first date," he said warmly as we headed inside a quaint restaurant.
It wasn't a large place—just a handful of wooden tables spaced randomly throughout the room, each adorned with a vase of fresh wildflowers. The ambiance was peaceful, and I felt a sense of comfort as the waiter quickly guided us to a table. "This looks beautiful," I said, glancing around as Dad nodded in agreement.
