OUR UNEXPECTED UNIVERSE
Portia sat with her back against the headboard, her long legs stretched out, while Antonia curled up contentedly against her side, her head resting securely on Portia’s chest.
Resting on Antonia's lap was the heavy, elegantly bound leather sketchbook—their blueprint.
"Look at this," Antonia whispered softly, her fingers tracing a new page she had spent the week working on. Underneath Portia's precise minimalist floor plan, Antonia had painstakingly watercolored the view from the balcony. It showed a vibrant, blooming garden blending into a quiet coastal horizon, capturing the exact essence of the peace they shared.
Portia leaned down, leaving a soft, lingering kiss on Antonia's temple as her