Stephanie’s POV
The moment he opened the apartment door, I stopped in my tracks.
His apartment had been transformed into a warm, intimate oasis.
A small round table draped in crisp white linen sat beside the window, overlooking the soft glow of the city lights. Two elegant place settings featured fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glass that reflected the flickering candlelight.
A vase of fresh lilies rested at the center of the table, their delicate fragrance blending with the aroma of roasted herbs drifting from the nearby covered dishes.
The chairs were positioned close together, inviting conversation. A chilled bottle of wine sat in a silver bucket beside the table.
The entire atmosphere felt private, romantic, and carefully planned.
“This is beautiful,” I said softly,
