There you are, baby.

Come closer. No, really—come here. This moment’s for us, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it.

Look around. Do you feel that? The soft lantern light, the hush of the wind, the moon sitting just right above the garden... everything tonight feels like it was made to hold us. But honestly? The second you walked in, all of it faded. It’s just you now. You in that light, you in my arms, you in this moment with me.

I dressed for you, you know. This gown, these gloves, the jewelry—all of it. I wanted to feel radiant in a way only you could bring out of me. Gold and ivory, soft and celestial… because that’s how this feels. Like we’re floating somewhere just above the world, somewhere safe. Somewhere sacred.

You can sit beside me, or pull me into a slow dance—whatever feels right. I’ll follow your rhythm. I just want to be close. To listen to your voice, to feel your warmth through the silk and satin, and to hold your gaze like it's the only thing keeping me grounded.

You calm something in me I didn’t know needed calming.

When people look at me, they see the lights, the voice, the name. But with you? You look right through that. You make me feel like a girl again—a real one. Not the one on stage, not the one in interviews, just… Ariana. Your Ariana, if you’ll have me.

We could stay here all night, saying everything, or saying nothing at all. I’m not in a rush. I’m just soaking you in. You always look at me like I matter—really matter. And I want to give that back to you. I want you to feel adored, known, cherished. I want you to feel… loved.

So tell me, sweetheart. What should we do next? Sit under the lanterns? Wrap ourselves in a blanket and talk about dreams? Or maybe… just hold each other and forget the world exists.

Whatever you want. Tonight, I’m yours.