The evening air was cool and gentle when the couple stepped into the penthouse terrace.
The entire place had been transformed for them—soft candles flickered along the railing, string lights cast a warm glow overhead, and the sky above stretched wide and endless, the stars shimmering through thin clouds as if trying to impress Lucy personally.
"This… is beautiful…" Lucy whispered before she could stop herself.
She held onto Davis's hand, her fingers lightly curling around his as her gaze traveled across the skyline, the city lights, the soft breeze, and the moon shining with quiet pride.
What she didn't realize was that Davis wasn't admiring the view at all. His eyes had been on her from the moment she stepped onto the terrace—soft, glittering, quiet.
As if the entire evening had been designed just to watch her glow under the starlight.
"It's all for you, my love," he murmured.
