Lila’s P.O.V.
The cool evening air wrapped around us as we stood outside the arts center, laughter lingering between us like the faint echoes of music still humming from inside. The exhibition’s opening night had been a success beyond my wildest dreams. My head was spinning, not just from the celebratory champagne, but from the pride and joy that bubbled up every time I thought about what Skye had done tonight.
what he had done for me…
Skye leaned against the brick wall, a lazy grin on his face as he looked at me, his eyes softened with the warmth of just enough champagne and something more I couldn’t quite name. His hand slid into mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Did you see their faces?" he said, eyes twinkling.
"I think a few people were downright shocked that some country boy c
