ALISTAIR'S POV: The anniversary celebration was approaching, and with it, the whole family. All the guests. All the eyes watching. I lay in bed with Elara, her head on my chest, her hand resting over my heart. The room was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the moon through the curtains. I could feel her breathing, slow and steady, her body warm against mine. My fingers rhythmically traced soft circles on her upper arm. Outside, the night wind pushed gently against the glass of the window, but inside the bedroom, the air felt warm, safe, and heavy with a quiet kind of honesty. "The anniversary is tomorrow," she said softly. Her voice was quiet, hesitant. "Everyone is going to be here. All the guests. All the family." I stroked her hair. "I know. I have been thinking about it all day." "We cannot keep this secret forever, Alistair. Tomorrow, with everyone watching, I do not know how I am going to pretend I do not want to kiss you every second." I was quiet for a
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