Chapter 13 The Fireworks

• The night sky was alive with color. Fireworks crackled above, their brilliant explosions illuminating the faces of the crowd gathered in the town square. Celia stood on the edge of the crowd, her gaze fixed on the sky, but her mind was elsewhere—on him.
• Alexander. He had come with her, as promised, to the local celebration. At first, it had seemed like just another obligation, a small gesture from him to appease her after their argument. But now, standing next to him, the atmosphere between them felt charged, heavier than the festive mood around them.
• The fireworks boomed overhead, a constant barrage of color lighting up the darkened sky. Celia could feel Alexander standing beside her, his presence undeniable. The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, the way his profile looked sharp and handsome in the glow of the fireworks—it all felt too intimate for something that should have been casual.