Chapter 87 Love In The Shadows

The night draped the garden in a velvety hush, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the delicate glow of string lights weaving golden halos through the air. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine, wrapping the moment in something almost sacred. Diego stood before Mariana, his dark eyes reflecting both certainty and something deeper, something raw. The flickering candlelight along the stone pathway carved golden shadows across his sharp jawline, highlighting the quiet strength he carried. He reached into his jacket pocket, fingers brushing over the velvet box before he slowly sank to one knee.