The light shone brightly over the Danava Kingdom.
Buildings glowed, and streets were lined with intricate decorations, turning the entire city into something out of a dream.
"They really went all out," I murmured, leaning against the balcony railing, taking in the view.
"They did," Aimar replied beside me, his arms resting lazily on the rail.
Below us, the city pulsed with life.
Laughter and music drifted through the air, blending into the atmosphere.
It barely felt like a wedding—it was more like a grand festival.
A swirl of smoke caught my attention, making me glance at Aimar.
"Want some?" he asked, holding out his cigarette.
"Sure."
I took it from him, inhaling deeply.
The familiar burn filled my lungs, its bitter taste mixing with the cool night air.
Aimar exhaled, watching the smoke dissolve into the sky. "Say… if Oliver were still alive, what would you do?"
I didn't even hesitate. "Kiss him."
Aimar choked on his cigarette.
