Chapter 88 Unspoken Promises

• The soft glow of candlelight filled the room as Evangelina closed the door behind her, shutting out the world for the night. The gentle flicker cast warm shadows across the walls, filling the space with a quiet intimacy that seemed to wrap around them. She and Aemilio had both felt the weight of the evening's emotion, of the vows and promises they'd shared before family and friends. Now, it was just the two of them, alone in the silence, their hearts racing with a familiar yet tender longing.
• Aemilio watched her from where he stood by the window, his gaze soft but intense, catching every detail of her—the loose curls falling around her shoulders, the faint glow in her cheeks, and the way her eyes softened when they found his. He reached out his hand, inviting her into his embrace.
• "Come here," he murmured, his voice low, laced with a warmth that made her pulse quicken.