Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet stage, the velvet curtains sighing in a warm breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Bella Rose stood alone in the center of that vast space, her simple silk dress whispering against her skin with every slight, nervous shift of her weight. He watched from the wings, his breath catching as she turned, her eyes finding his in the half-light, a silent conversation passing between them. A slow, tender smile touched her lips as she extended a hand, an invitation he felt deep in his soul. His fingers intertwined with hers, a perfect fit that sent a tremor of warmth through them both. He drew her close, his palm resting gently on the small of her back, feeling the delicate rhythm of her breathing. Her head tilted, her cheek coming to rest against his shoulder as they began to sway to a music only their hearts could hear. The world beyond the proscenium arch melted into an indistinct blur, leaving only the shared heat of their embrace. In that suspended moment, every unspoken promise and hidden dream seemed to float in the air around them. It was a perfect, private surprise, a fragile and beautiful secret held just for them under the dimming stage lights.
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