Page 52 of Love Me


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The carriage is open, and when the driver instructs the horses to move, the air twinkles with a delicate sprinkling of falling snowflakes as they drop onto the tip of my nose. I almost squeal with excitement as it dances and sparkles in the sky, lighting it in its illuminating white brilliance.

“Aiden, it’s snowing!” I chime while Aiden smiles at me lovingly. I hold out my hand to catch the tiny icy pieces of confetti-shaped snow. It seems my eyelashes are doing a better job at catching them, though. This is just what I’ve needed. Aiden tightens his arm around my shoulders as we travel around the park with the soft gentle snow falling on us.

“This is so romantic.”

He leans in, kissing me softly. “Only the best for my girl. How are you feeling?”

I smile. “I’m fine. Being in Vienna with you is way better than being at work.” It’s more than a little fantastic being away from Niall. But, of course, I leave that part out.

Aiden holds me tightly as I start to shiver. Snow is great, but it is cold.

Once we arrive back, we both get out of the carriage and thank the driver. Walking hand in hand, we make our way into a little gift shop to purchase some souvenirs for our friends and family. Looking around the small shop, I start my search for a matching set of gloves, scarf, and a beanie. I walk up behind Aiden and wrap my arms around his stomach, embracing him from behind, feeling almost like my normal self.

He chuckles and turns to face me. “Do you think Bree would like this?” he asks, showing me a snow globe of a Ferris wheel.

“It’s gorgeous, but… what is it?”

“It’s the Ferris wheel at The Prater, a massive amusement park in Vienna.”

“Honestly, I think she’ll love anything you give her.” I lean into him. “Thanks for this, I am having a great time. You’re the most supportive partner a girl could wish for, and I’m truly thankful.”

He smiles, wrapping his arms around me tightly and pulling me to him. “I’ll always support you. And even though we’ve lost something special, it doesn’t mean that we have to deny ourselves happiness.”

In that moment, I realize I am happy to be here, in another country holidaying with my man.

Aiden removes the tags from my newly purchased scarf, beanie, and gloves and helps me put them on before we head outside again.

We spend the rest of the day wandering hand in hand around the park while snow softly falls, glistening in the rays of intermittent sunlight.

Over the next few days, we keep it simple, keeping to our suite, kissing and holding each other. Even though this is something we would do at home, it feels different. Healing.

It’s our final night in Vienna, and I can’t help but feel a little sad. This trip has been everything.

“I want to take you to the Vienna State Opera House,” Aiden informs me.

“We should go out for dinner and make a night of it.”

“Anything you want.”

He helps me into my long, black-lace dress. “You look gorgeous. I’m one hell of a lucky man.”

After dinner, we arrive at the opera house. It’s simply stunning. The features of the building are an architectural feast for the eyes. We walk into the building, and Aiden takes my hand as he leads me to a box seat, where a waiter brings us champagne and little appetizers throughout the performance.

He’s gone all out for me again. I feel loved and appreciated, and I expect nothing less because Aiden always manages to make me feel this way.

“Jeni, if you’re tired and you want to leave, just let me know.”

I nod as the opera begins with soft, gentle violins playing the prelude. I watch the entire performance in awe while the romantic story unfolds to bright lights and stirring, beautiful music. Tears prick in my eyes when the last act finishes with the heroine dying. Slowly. I never thought opera would be my thing, but I love it. The curtain falls, and the audience applauds. The performance moved me.

We wait for the crowd to dwindle before making our way back to Jörg. Heading to the hotel, we finally arrive, and it starts to snow as we get out of the car. I stand on the sidewalk looking up at the night sky as the snow drifts down on my face. Aiden stands behind me holding me tightly.

“I love the snow,” I murmur under my breath whimsically.

Aiden turns me around. “I love you.”

I pause. “Aiden…”

“Mmm?”

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