DEXTER’S POV
A shower of molten gold spilled across the intricate tapestries and gilded furniture of my private chambers, the first act of an impending life-altering drama. As the sun embarked on its descent, my pulse quickened, matching the rhythm of a timpani played by an overzealous maestro.
It was a day of reckoning, a day where self-examination would lead to the forging of new commitments. With a deep breath, I summoned my loyal partner in life, Olivia, to join me in my sanctuary at the stroke of three.
As the clock chimed the appointed hour, the door creaked open and in glided Olivia. Her emerald eyes, twin beacons of curiosity and worry, took in the scene. Swathed in a lavender gown that flowed around her like a gentle summer breeze, she was a picture of refined beauty. Her mere
