The elevator arrived at the fifth floor, and Atlas Hallow pushed open the bedroom door, where he could hear soft music playing.
An unknown singer was gently singing in English, with a rhythm that was somewhat melancholic yet very touching.
The terrace's floor-to-ceiling glass door was wide open. Though spring had arrived, a slight chill lingered. Charlotte Miller had turned the room's heating to its maximum, so the warm air blew onto the terrace, making it feel spring-like even there.
Atlas Hallow walked over and saw a small bouquet of pink roses on the exquisite dining table, and pale pink candles inserted into a silver candlestick. When lit, they began to disperse a faint fragrance in the air. Red wine had already been poured into the wine glasses, its pigeon blood red hue enchanting and captivating, and when she raised her glass on the terrace towards him, it was more intoxicating than any expensive bottle of wine in this world...
