Monica's POV
My body felt weightless as Morris lifted me into his arms with effortless strength. He navigated through the living room with determined strides, ascending the staircase and continuing down the hallway until we reached the master bedroom door.
"Would you do me the honor, my angel?" he asked, nodding toward the doorknob.
I stretched my arm out, twisted the knob, and pushed the door open. Morris carried me across the threshold before gently lowering me to my feet. He turned to close the door behind us, the soft click sealing us in our private sanctuary.
The transformation of the room took my breath away—Michelle's touch was unmistakable. An entire wall of glass dominated one side, with elegant double doors leading to a private balcony that overlooked the lush garden below. Iron lanterns housing candles of various heights dotted the room, casting a warm, intimate glow that danced across the walls.
