Julian's POV
The memory of the night at the dance played over and over in my mind, like a perfect song I never wanted to forget.
After the masked ball had wound down, we'd decided to leave the crowd behind, wandering the quiet streets of the town square. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated the cobblestone paths, and the air was cool, carrying the scent of flowers from a nearby garden.
Remi had been radiant, her laughter echoing softly in the stillness of the night. There was something so simple and beautiful about those moments—no titles, no responsibilities, just the two of us.
We'd ended up back at her dorm room, and she'd invited me in for a drink.
Cora wasn't there, and the room felt cozy, with its soft lighting and the faint aroma of vanilla lingering in the air
