Stephanie's POV:
We were at the top of the mountain, the place he said was his favorite spot. It was the first place he had taken me when he showed me around Moonsdale back then. The memory was still vivid, but this time, the sight before me was even more breathtaking. The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a soft glow over the landscape. Moonsdale stretched below us, a sleepy town bathed in a sea of moonlight.
The view was enchanting, but what truly stole my breath were the decorations he had prepared for this moment.
The clearing was transformed into something out of a dream. Twinkling fairy lights were strung delicately between the trees, their warm glow resembling the stars above.
A soft path of rose petals, crimson and velvety, led to the center of the clearing.
