Really.
Someone appeared immediately.
Like the dashing male protagonist on TV, suspended by wires, swooping in from the sky of the villa next door, suave and free-spirited.
Reflected in Isabella Lindsey's pupils, unparalleled and unique.
"Wife."
The man slowly landed, steadily stopping by her side, lowering his head, staring at her unblinkingly, "Do you like this evening?"
"...I like it." Isabella said blankly.
"Then... shall we celebrate with flowers?"
Saying this, the man gave a mischievous smile, as if performing magic, his long arm gently tossed upwards, and in an instant, a rain of red rose petals fluttered down.
One petal.
Another petal.
Petal after petal...
Falling on her hair, resting on her shoulder, brushing across her face...
Amidst the red candles on the ground, she was adorned like a beautiful bride.
Uniquely moving.
"Wife, you are truly beautiful."
"I so wish this night would never end."
