Joseph’s POV
"Uncle, don’t you think this is a bit over the top?" Antonio asked as I scattered the last few red rose petals across the living room floor.
"Not at all," I replied happily, looking around at what I’d done. The entire living room was covered in red rose petals, with bouquets placed carefully throughout the space. A trail of petals led toward the bedroom, and heart-shaped balloons hung from the ceiling.
The bedroom, bed, and bathroom were decorated the same way with roses. There were red petals everywhere you looked.
"If you say so, but I think you’ve bought out every red rose in the city," Antonio commented, glancing around. "And those heart-shaped balloons..."
"Don’t be ridiculous," I shot him a look. "I ordered everything in advance."
"Oh, Uncle, you’re killing me! Who would have thought you’d turn into such a hopeless romantic!" Antonio laughed, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "But I should get going. Mom sent a driver to pick me up."
"I told her I’d drive you back," I grumbled.
"You know how she is," Antonio shrugged. "Uncle, I really enjoyed spending the week with you."
"Kid, I enjoyed having you here too. You’re welcome anytime." My nephew hugged me happily. I truly loved having him around.
"Thanks, Uncle. See you tomorrow?"
After saying goodbye to Antonio, I showered in the guest bathroom to avoid disturbing my "masterpiece" in the master bath.
At eight o’clock, I arrived at Ava’s place.
To be honest, I felt a bit nervous knocking on her door, considering how opposed her mother Odelia was to me.
Dean scoffed in my head, "We’re an Alpha. It’s your fault for acting like a playboy all the time, making yourself too approachable. No one fears you anymore."
I retorted, "That’s not true. When I’m furious and ready to tear enemies apart, they fear and respect me."
The door opened, and Odelia stood there with Ava right beside her.
"Good evening, Ms. Trollpoe. You look lovely tonight!" I complimented her, and she truly was beautiful. Ava looked so much like her.
"I think you’ve confused me with my daughter," Odelia replied coldly. "She’s the one you should be complimenting, not me."
Ava quickly jumped in to ease the tension.
Half an hour later, my goddess and I were heading to my place. I noticed Ava seemed serious, distracted by something.
"I’ve prepared a simple dinner at home, but if you prefer, we could go somewhere else," I offered.
"No, Joseph, your place is perfect!" she assured me.
"That’s great, because I’ve missed you so much! This week felt incredibly long," I complained.
"I missed you too," she smiled, but I could tell something was weighing on her mind.
"Tell me, what’s with that worried expression?" I asked gently.
"It’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired."
"Are you unhappy?"

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