Dane's POV__
Daniel holds my hand and gently leads me to the room. The moment I step inside, I freeze. The room is decorated with pink and white flowers—my favorite—and through the glass wall, the sea glimmers under the moonlight. The soft glow of candles reflects on the waves, painting the room in shades of silver and rose.
Daniel's voice breaks my silent awe. "Do you like it?"
I turn to him and smile softly. "It's beautiful."
We walk further inside. I sit down on the bed, surrounded by petals scattered like whispers of spring. I pick one up, bring it close to my face, and breathe in its sweet fragrance. It's delicate—just like this moment.
Daniel removes his coat, then slowly unbuttons his cufflinks and the first few buttons of his shirt. He sits beside me, eyes full of warmth, and takes my hand. "Finally, we're married," he says, his voice low and tender.
