Enzo’s POV
I woke up way too early, sun barely peeking over the skyline, my head still spinning from last night. Lila's laugh over wine glasses, the way she'd melted into me during that slow beach dance her body fitting against mine like we'd done it a hundred time.
By 7 AM I was out of bed, hitting the 24-hour florist for a huge bouquet of white lilies mixed with pale roses, grabbing her favorite dark chocolates on the way.
Coffee in hand from the lobby café, I drove to her place while the city was still quiet, streets empty under that soft gray light. After yesterday, the idea of waiting even one more day felt wrong impossible.
I buzzed her place at 8 sharp, flowers heavy in one arm, chocolates tucked under the other. Door swung open after a sleepy yawn from the intercom, and there
