Two Years Later... The afternoon sun filtered softly through the wide glass windows of Santos-Montenegro Architecture Studio, casting warm amber beams across polished oak drafting tables and hanging pothos plants. Located right in the heart of Bonifacio Global City, the firm hummed with the gentle, creative chaos of junior designers sketching, laughing, and arguing over structural load calculations. At the corner office, the frosted glass door bore a new, gleaming brass plaque: Mariana Santos-Montenegro, Principal Architect. Inside, Mariana stood in front of a massive corkboard, pinning up the final, approved blueprint for a sustainable eco-resort in Palawan—the very project that had started their entire chaotic, beautiful war. She stepped back, smoothing down the front of her tailored linen jumpsuit, and let out a satisfied breath. A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and a heavy chin settled comfortably onto her shoulder. A faint, intoxicating s
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