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177: Stepping Into Tomorrow

Author: Elvis
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-26 06:24:34

The morning air carried a gentle promise, crisp and tinged with the scent of blooming flowers. Grace stood at the window, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, watching the city slowly come to life. Beside her, Jordan moved with quiet purpose, gathering plans and notes they had made over the past weeks, his focus calm yet intense.

“This is it,” he said softly, glancing at her with a hint of excitement that didn’t need words. “The first day of the rest of our life, properly ours.”

Grace smiled, feeling the thrill of anticipation mix with the steady comfort she always found in his presence. “I’ve never been more ready,” she admitted. “To build, to plan… to actually live the way we’ve imagined.”

Jordan set a stack of documents on the table, each marked with careful notes and ideas: the new apartment, the neighborhood, even the beginnings of long-term projects they had dreamed about. “Every detail matters,” he said, picking up one sheet and handing it to her. “We create our h
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