The morning sun hit the city streets in streaks of gold, bouncing off glass towers and glinting across the sleek, polished hood of the car parked in front of Elara and Timothy’s residence. Elara stepped out onto the driveway, already smiling before her eyes landed on it. The car was everything she had ever imagined, a vision she had quietly longed for but never thought she would own: a luxury coupe, sleek, aerodynamic, painted in deep midnight blue with chrome accents that caught the light like liquid silver. Timothy had a habit of buying gifts, but this, this felt different.
Her breath caught, and she glanced at him, arms crossed and leaning casually against the wall, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “You did not,” she said, her voice filled with disbelief and joy.
“I did,” he
