CHAPTER 120 Eternity in Your Arms

  The moon hung high above Savannah, casting a silvery glow over the city and bathing the streets in an ethereal light. The soft hum of cicadas serenaded the night, their rhythm blending with the distant crash of waves against the shore. It was a perfect evening, still, warm, and filled with a quiet kind of magic that promised a night to remember. The late summer air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and sea salt.

  Angela stood at the edge, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed out at the city, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the river met the ocean. She wore a satin robe that fluttered gently in the breeze, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. The world felt still, almost as though it were holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of their story to unfold.