Zeyan stood beneath the dome of lights. The moment he heard the call, he turned around. Lyra ran out of the elevator, the hem of her little dress fluttering with every step, and he immediately left his place in the middle of the rooftop and bent down to catch her.
The little girl threw herself straight into her father’s arms, wrapped both arms around his neck, and spoke so excitedly that she could barely stop herself.
“Daddy, it really is Daddy! I knew Daddy would be here!”
“Slow down.” Zeyan supported her back, checked her complexion carefully, then lifted her into his arms. “You only got permission to come out today. You’re not allowed to run around too much.”
Lyra paid no attention to the warning. She simply kept turning her head to look around.
The entire rooftop had been decorate
