He didn't say anything for a moment, only watched her reaction with quiet satisfaction. The light from the lake reflected in her eyes, turning them into molten honey.
"I thought girls preferred candlelight and flowers," he said softly, stepping beside her. "So, I made sure you got that too."
Bella turned to him slowly, her heart aching with something warm and overwhelming. "You… you really did all this?"
He smiled faintly, that rare, gentle smile that appeared only when he forgot to hide behind his usual calm. "It's your night, Bunny. I wanted you to have both — the story for your heart and the beauty for your eyes."
Bella felt her throat tighten. She didn't know what to say. Every lotus, every flicker of light, every quiet detail spoke of how much he had thought of her, how much he had noticed her.
When he pulled out her chair, she sat down slowly, still gazing at the glowing lake. The soft music playing in the distance blended with the whisper of the water.
