The moment my father’s spell ended, the sky burst into a mesmerizing display of stars. The night wrapped itself around us like a soft, silken blanket, and for once, I felt a twinge of inadequacy. Romance has never been my strength, but tonight, I had to try—for Eda. She deserved more than the little I usually gave.
This starry canvas gave me the perfect excuse to steal away from the others and focus on her. I crafted a transparent glass house, nestled in the heart of the woods. It gleamed faintly under the stars, blending seamlessly with the landscape. Inside, I placed scented candles that carried the essence of roses, their gentle glow casting flickers of light onto a soft, inviting bed. On a side table, I carefully arranged a small music box—something for the two of us to enjoy later. I
