Chapter 52

• Evelyn's POV
• As we stepped into the supermarket, the automatic doors swooshing open with a familiar jingle, I felt a thrill of excitement. The fluorescent lights above cast a warm glow, illuminating the rows of vibrant produce and enticing packaging. Dylan, typically the epitome of sophistication, navigated the aisles with surprising ease, his broad shoulders weaving through the crowds.
• I had jokingly mentioned wanting to try his cooking, expecting a chuckle or a dismissive smile. But Dylan's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, his voice low and inviting. “Let's make something special.”