At exactly 11:30 in the evening:
The elevator doors slid open without a sound, and the newlyweds stepped into the open-air sanctuary.
Above them, is the sky stretched wide and deep, where the stars faint against the glow of the city lights below. The wind carried the distant hum of traffic, softened by the moment where the newlyweds spent their time together.
As if the city was breathing beneath their feet.
Aldrich loosened his tie the moment they reached the stone pathway, that led into the garden. His shoulders were tense, as if the weight of the entire skyline had settled there. He did not look at Hermelyn. Instead, his eyes traced the city horizon, towers of glass, blinking lights, and the building he was meant to protect and rebuild.
Hermelyn followed a few steps behind him. Her
