Chapter 30.
Maximo pulled out of the car, his figure towering higher than the sky itself. There was something commanding about the way he moved—each step unhurried, precise, soaked in quiet power. The world around him seemed to pause in reverence, bowing to his presence.
Gracefully, he circled the car and opened the door, revealing the goodness that lay sealed inside.
Amelia brought one leg forward, her heels clicking elegantly against the concrete. Her dress shifted with her movement, like the petals of a blooming rose. She rose to her feet slowly, letting the warm breeze wrap around her body.
The afternoon sun kissed her skin as the wind caught her hair, lifting it gently into the air. For a moment, it danced like flames around her face, and she felt light, almost weightless. High, i
