Alaia Anderson

Alaia Anderson walked into the cozy café, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The soft hum of conversations and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a corner table where a single red rose stood in a small vase—a subtle sign she was in the right place. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed down her dress and made her way over, she sat down and smiled “ Hi, I’m Alaia Anderson”