The dim, golden light of the "Le Fleur" restaurant caressed the walls like a whisper, enveloping the place in an air of sophistication that seemed designed for perfect moments. I had chosen this corner of the world hoping the night would be memorable for Eliza. There she was, sitting across from me, her silk dress reflecting light as if she were a star fallen from the sky. Her smile was a balm for my restless soul, and for an instant, I allowed myself to believe that everything was fine. That everything would be perfect.
How can something so fragile be so devastatingly beautiful? I thought as I looked at her. There was something about her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when talking about anything, that made me want to protect her from the entire world. But that happiness, that bubble of calm, shattered into a thousand pieces when the restaurant door opened and I saw Luna enter.
