Pen Of Destiny

Chapter- 7

Aria

The ambiance was absolutely amazing. It felt like stepping into a dream, exactly as I had imagined. The only drawback was the chaotic crowd that seemed to be everywhere. Nevertheless, the theater itself was stunning, adorned with a sparkling Christmas tree chandelier in the lobby and captivating costume pieces displayed throughout.

Attending a concert in New York City had always been a desire of mine, but the ticket prices were exorbitant, making it unattainable. Nonetheless, the Radio City Music Hall had an undeniable allure. As we entered, the throng of people pushed and shoved, and I almost stumbled into Ryan. He flashed me a reassuring smile and extended his strong, muscular hands, which I gratefully accepted. Our fingers intertwined, and a surge of comfort washed over me.

Due to the chaos and disorganization, we missed the first ten minutes of the show, despite having our tickets scanned while enduring the freezing cold. Thankfully, I had bundled up in my leather jacket, shielding me from the chill. The disarray continued even after we finally made it inside. It was a disconcerting and claustrophobic experience with no crowd control whatsoever.

However, the show itself was truly mind-blowing, surpassing any expectations I had. It was a breathtaking performance, leaving a lasting impression on me. Although the ticket prices were steep, I couldn't help but feel that a more efficient system should be implemented to ensure a smoother experience for concertgoers.

As we exited the theater, hand in hand, our faces beaming with smiles and our eyes filled with a hint of sparkle, Ryan broke the silence. "Did you enjoy it?" he inquired, his smile unwavering.

"Yes, I did," I replied with genuine enthusiasm. "It was incredible to witness the celebration of the birth of Christ."

"I knew you would enjoy it," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"Have you been to such concerts before?" I asked curiously.

"Not really," he admitted. "I'm not particularly fond of this type of music. But I'm glad you had a great time."

Puzzled, I furrowed my brow and looked at him expectantly. His sweet smile met my gaze, leaving me intrigued. "Why did you come here then?"

He leaned closer, maintaining his enigmatic smile. "Because I wanted to see you smile," he confessed.

Confused, I questioned further, "And why is that?"

He chuckled, a sound that resonated deep within me. "You ask too many questions, and not every question has an answer in this world," he explained, his smile tightening slightly.

"Okay," I replied, accepting his response.

"Now, smile," he commanded, his tone carrying an air of authority. I complied, shaking my head in amusement. "That's my good girl," he added, starting the car. Did he just call me his girl? I must have misheard.

No, surely I must have misinterpreted his words.

I couldn't believe he had taken me to the Radio City Music Hall, a place I had always longed to visit but never had the opportunity to. How did he make it happen? I should probably stop daydreaming and live in the present moment.

"Would you like to have some ice cream?" Ryan suddenly asked, breaking my reverie.

"Ice cream?" I questioned, perplexed. He raised his eyebrows as if gesturing for my agreement.

"Sure," I replied, and within moments, he parked the car in front of an ice cream parlor. The timing was impeccable.

"You wait here; I'll just be a moment. Or would you like to come out?" he inquired politely. I opted to stay inside, noting the freezing cold outside. I rubbed my hands together, trying to generate some warmth, and he chuckled softly.