Summer in Amsterdam was a different kind of magic.
The air was thick with heat, but not the suffocating kind—this was the warm buzz of sun-soaked streets, the scent of food from market stalls, and the constant ripple of laughter from every corner café.
Evelyn sat at a small table by the canal, sunglasses pushed up in her hair, sipping a cold drink while Trey argued with a vendor over the price of something completely ridiculous—probably another souvenir he didn’t need.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Her skin was sun-kissed, her cheeks a little flushed from both the heat and the wine they’d had with lunch, and her heart felt lighter than it had in… well, maybe ever.
Amsterdam was fun.
The people were friendly, laid-back in that easy, European way, and the streets were alive with bikes and
