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Nate's gaze flickered to the pendant she always wore.
"Well, we'll have to see," he replied, smiling.
The corridor opened to the terrace. Sera's steps faltered as she took in the scene before her.
A single table stood near the edge, covered in linen, candles flickering softly, chasing away the dark. Beyond the railing, the land sank into a valley washed in moonlight. The world felt impossibly small. Music played low, something slow, intimate, meant to be felt more than heard.
Sera was speechless. The unparalleled beauty of the place made her breath catch in her throat. He walked her to the table and pulled out a chair. He looked at her, and his expression softened, captivated by the awe refl
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