Chapter 83 A Love Worth Celebrating

• The sun was setting over the private beach resort Christian had flown them to a secluded paradise just outside the city, where the waves kissed the shore, and the world felt peaceful. The sky was painted in strokes of orange, lavender, and pink, melting into the ocean as if nature itself was celebrating something sacred.
• Rose stood near the water, her bare feet sinking slightly into the cool sand. The ocean breeze played with her hair, brushing it gently against her face as she watched the horizon with wide, awestruck eyes. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore was hypnotic soothing and endless, like a lullaby whispered by the sea.
• She still couldn’t believe this was real.