"The details," she repeated, her heart doing a slow, sweet somersault. "Like learning to drive. And finding a dress for me. And…" She gestured around them. "…renting the sky."
He nodded once, a simple confirmation. "Yes. Those details."
The waiter glided forward silently. "May I tell you about our specials this evening?" His voice was a soft, polite murmur.
Dante held up a hand, a gesture so subtly commanding that the waiter froze mid-breath. Dante's eyes never left Alina's. "Give us a moment. Alone."
The waiter bowed and vanished as quietly as he had appeared, the violinist pausing his melody and following suit, leaving them alone.
In the silence, the sounds of the city far below felt like a distant ocean. The fairy lights twinkled above them, reflections dancing in Dante's dark eyes.
