Rose’s POV
The city sprawled out beneath us, a shimmering sea of lights that twinkled like stars that had tumbled from the sky. We were high up in the private dining suite of a five-star restaurant, the kind of place I’d only ever dreamed of stepping into before Jack came into my life. The glass walls around us framed the breathtaking view, but as stunning as it was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the way Jack looked at me across the candlelit table.
His deep blue eyes caught the soft flicker of the flames, glowing with something warm and quiet—something I couldn’t quite name but felt deep in my chest. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it gently, the liquid catching the light in little ruby flashes. A faint smile tugged at his lips, soft and real, and for the first time in
