It was a beautiful and calm Saturday morning.
The air felt like a gift—crisp, clear, and kissed by a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the nearby Olive tree.
The sky stretched endlessly above, a flawless canvas of blue, unmarred by a single cloud.
The sun, golden and warm, bathed the world in a soft glow, casting long, gentle shadows.
Sarah had barely finished tying her shoelaces when the distant hum of a car engine pulled her to the window.
Her chest fluttered, a silent call only her heart could hear as she peeked through the curtain. Her eyes glimmered with the excitement of a child about to be gifted her favourite ice cream as she watched a red Ferrari pull to a stop.
She held her breath, her heart fluttering like wings caught in a summer breeze as Henry stepped out of the car.
He didn't just walk but he owned the ground beneath him with every slow and deliberate step, like the world moved at his pace.
