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AUTHORS’S POV
The first light of dawn crept through the gauzy curtains of their bedroom, painting the walls in soft hues of gold and rose.
The air was cool, a gentle spring breeze slipping through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. The world outside was just waking, but inside, time seemed to pause, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of Luciano and Adeline’s shared sanctuary.
Adeline stirred beneath the tangled sheets, her dark hair spilling across the pillow like ink on parchment.
Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, still warm from sleep, and she stretched lazily, a soft hum escaping her lips.
She blinked her eyes open, catching sight of Luciano beside her—propped up on one elbow, his gaze already fixed on her wit
