Brad's POV:
I arrived at the Piz Gloria restaurant before the concert, standing at the edge of the terrace and gazing at the pristine white Elysian Peak, their snow-covered peaks gleaming in the crisp light.
But I couldn't appreciate the scenery. I held my breath as I watched everyone disembark from the cable car, my heart gripped by anxiety.
I reminded myself to stay calm and not let my emotions take control. However, each time I spotted a figure resembling Lily, my heart raced, only to realize it wasn't her.
Tortured by these illusory visions, resentment washed over me. I no longer wanted to see her, fearing that my inner flaws would be laid bare under her penetrating gaze.
But what one feared most often came to pass.
Finally, I saw Lily descending from the cable car with a man, ho
