The room was everything I had imagined—floor-to-ceiling windows with ocean views, crisp white linens, and a balcony that seemed to hover over the shore. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.
After freshening up, we headed to the rooftop restaurant. The atmosphere was almost cinematic: candlelit tables, a light breeze carrying the scent of saltwater, and the horizon awash in orange and pink.
Julian pulled out my chair before sitting across from me. I felt giddy—this was our first real trip together, and he was making it feel like something out of a dream.
