Christmas Eve arrived, and Alex transformed our penthouse into a winter wonderland.

A majestic tree stood tall, adorned with sparkling ornaments and garlands.

Soft candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm glow.

It felt heavenly!

Alex took my hand, leading me to the balcony overlooking the glittering city.

“Merry Christmas, Layla,” he whispered, his eyes shining.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Baby.” I smiled.

Below, a private orchestra played festive melodies.

A champagne flute appeared in my hand, filled with golden bubbly.

“To our forever Christmas together,” Alex toasted.

I smiled, clinking my glass against his.

As we sipped, a sleigh drawn by majestic horses glided onto the rooftop.

“Alex,...