Daniel's POV
Lily had never been one for grand gestures. She hated flash, hated spectacle. She once told me that loud love usually came with louder consequences.
So I kept the dinner plans simple. Thoughtful.
A private table tucked away in the back corner of a quiet bistro in Kensington, where the music was low, the lighting warm, and not a single camera or overly eager patron in sight. It was the kind of place where secrets could breathe and shadows didn't need to explain themselves.
She didn't need attention—she needed safety.
And tonight… I just wanted to see her breathe.
When she finally arrived—five minutes late, shoulders tense and breath shallow—I didn't say a word about the time. The door had barely shut behind her when I felt something shift in the room. She brought with her the scent of night air and orange blossom, and chaos, somehow wrapped in grace.
