
Eight days.That’s all she planned to stay.She comes to a quiet coastal city in winter to finish something she’s been putting off for far too long. No sightseeing. No attachments. Definitely no distractions. The annual fireworks festival is just background noise—something to endure before she leaves.He works behind the scenes of the celebration, where timing matters and mistakes aren’t allowed. He’s calm, observant, and used to things running smoothly—until she arrives and starts quietly disrupting his carefully ordered days.As the city counts down to the fireworks, they keep crossing paths. Conversations linger. Silences grow warmer. What begins as coincidence slowly turns into something neither of them planned for.But when the fireworks finally light up the sky, she’ll have to decide whether eight days were always meant to be temporary… or if some endings are actually beginnings.A sweet, slow-burn holiday romance about timing, quiet connection, and choosing what feels like home.
