The stadium buzzed with energy, an electric hum of anticipation filling the air as thousands of fans chartered excitedly. The stage was bathed in shifting colors, the screens flashing glimpses of what was to come. Aurora adjusted the strap of her purse, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took in the atmosphere.
It had been years since she let herself do something like this.
And tonight—tonight was for her.
She still didn't know who had sent her the ticket. It had arrived in an envelope, no note, no sender. She had considered not coming. But the pull had been too strong. Taylor Swift was performing live, and she wouldn't miss it for anything.
Aurora found her seat, nestled in the perfect view of the stage. She exhaled, letting herself soak in the moment. Then, she turned, and froze.
Tim.
Sitting right beside her.
