Rena’s pov

The glow of candlelights flashed in my eyes as I stepped into the private rooftop garden of one of the most prestigious hotels in Paris. The soft buzz of music flowed in the air.

I had thought it was supposed to be just a quiet dinner with Jena and Raymond, an evening to unwind after months of emotional highs and lows. But the sight before me was so breathtaking.

Thousands of roses were layered on the floor, leading me toward a beautifully set table under a canopy of sparkling lights. Elegant white lilies and pale pink roses filled the air with a peaceful fragrance, and a string quartet...