Evelyn Grant didn't hesitate for a second. She scrambled out of bed and, to Yara Summers's surprise, rushed to the window without even putting on her shoes.
Downstairs, Preston Keaton stood, dashing and debonair, a gentle smile on his face as he pointed up at the sky.
A deafening ROAR echoed as a kaleidoscope of vibrant fireworks instantly blossomed across the sky.
They filled the entire heavens.
The dazzling, iridescent lights shimmered like stars, their brilliant colors intertwining and casting a glow over Evelyn Grant, illuminating her face.
From Yara Summers's perspective, Evelyn Grant seemed to merge perfectly with the galaxy of lights, her head tilted slightly upward, lost in the fireworks display that Preston Keaton had arranged for her.
Although everyone could see them, this fireworks display belonged to Evelyn Grant and Preston Keaton.
So, this moment was for them alone.
Yara Summers said nothing, simply sitting quietly on the bed and enjoying the show.
