One Year Later... The morning rain in Manila was gentle today, a soft, rhythmic drizzle patting against the glass window of my studio, casting a serene, silver light over the room.I stood in front of a floor-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored ivory silk blouse. On the ring finger of my left hand, a thin, delicate gold band set with a subtle, sparkling emerald caught the light.It was a quiet ring. Simple, elegant, and deeply meaningful. Sevi had given it to me three months ago under the very same acacia tree near the library where we had chosen to start over. There had been no grand spectacle, no flashbulbs, and no grand crowd. Just him, holding my hands, asking me to build a forever built on truth, quiet devotion, and unconditional love.Behind me, the door to my private office clicked open.I turned around to see Sevi walking in, wearing a sharp charcoal suit with his tie slightly loosened at the collar. He carried a small velvet box in one hand and a cup of warm ha
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