Five months slipped by like a love song on repeat—soft, electric, unforgettable. Every morning felt intentional, every night earned. Life didn't just move for Rafael Vexley and Eliana Bennett—it bloomed.
London had become their heartbeat. The penthouse overlooking the Thames wasn't just a luxury address anymore; it was home. Brielle's laughter bounced off glass walls and marble floors, bright and fearless. She had discovered her hands recently and treated them like tiny scientific instruments—grabbing Rafael's tie during meetings, tugging Eliana's curls while she studied, reaching for the world like it belonged to her.
And maybe it did.
