The moon reflected in the crystal-clear water of the private pool at the bungalow, in a hidden resort on the Tuscan coast. The night was warm, embracing, as if the universe itself had held its breath to witness Elisa and Eduardo's new beginning.
The two arrived at the room decorated with wildflowers and soft lights, accompanied by a violin melody playing in the background... a composition Elisa had written years before, which Eduardo had secretly requested the resort to play upon their arrival.
She wore her hair down, her feet bare, dressed only in a light white silk dress that floated like a cloud around her body. Eduardo, seeing her, felt something he had never felt in his life: veneration.
You are... he swallowed hard, approaching slowly... like a promise made by moonlight.
Elisa smiled, shy, but with vibrant eyes.
You don't need to say anything. I know... she answered, her heart racing as if dancing inside her chest.
