Daniel and Amelia arrived at the beautiful hall, and for a moment, it felt like time paused.
Heads turned.
Conversations died mid-sentence.
Even the soft music playing in the background seemed to fade under the weight of attention they drew.
They looked like the perfect power couple.
Not just because they shared the same color palette in their outfits—his suit tailored to perfection, her dress flowing with quiet elegance—but because of everything else.
The way they walked.
The way they carried themselves.
The quiet confidence that surrounded them like an invisible aura.
It was hard not to notice.
Amelia didn’t rush her steps. She walked like she belonged there—like she had always belonged there. Daniel matched her pace effortlessly, his presence steady beside her, not overpowerin
