Dedicated to dearest Jack♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
The evening was quiet and warm, wrapped in the soft glow of the lamps. Their light shimmered across the glasses on the table, while the delicate scent of red roses filled the room with something impossible to put into words. Perhaps it was anticipation. Perhaps it was love — a love that had been quietly growing between them, still too fragile, too precious to dare speak its name. She stood before him in her pink dress, her eyes meeting his. There was the faintest smile upon her lips, almost shy, almost uncertain, yet her eyes revealed everything her heart was afraid to say. She took a slow step toward him. For a moment, he did nothing but look at her. As though he wanted to capture every detail of this moment and keep it forever — the softness of her long hair, the delicate lace of her dress, the gentle shimmer of the necklace against her skin, and that beautiful, unmistakable expression in her eyes that seemed to belong only to him.
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