The next morning unfolded like something out of a quiet dream.

The rain that had washed the city the night before left the streets glistening, the air crisp and clean. Violet stood by the kitchen counter, her hair tied loosely, a mug of coffee warming her hands as the sound of soft jazz filled the penthouse. It was a simple morning no chaos, no deadlines — just peace. But even in peace, her heart couldn’t stop fluttering at the thought of what lay ahead.

She glanced down at the ring again. Even after a night of sleep, it felt new, almost unreal. Bryan had proposed, and she had said yes....