License to love

suffocating in its grandeur. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow that bathed the

eyes on the Café attendant, Blaire. With each passing momen

dens and the long, winding driveway leading up to my estate. I had been eagerly awaiting this mome

e swirled it, the rich aroma of the wine permeating the room. He attempted to exude an air of casual ease, yet I sensed the underlying tension in his movement

ndow," Tom remarked, his voice tinged with

he moments I had once shared with Vanessa years ago. It was a beneficial relationship,

ixed on the driveway where I hoped to catch

t. It's... significant. I've been awaitin

end,"he joined me, pretending to observe what I was seeing, "the moment Veronica realizes this, it's g

sending a jolt of anxiety through me. I glanced at Tom

yed was anything but. My driver, Owen Wilson, had been in a fat

d been clasped behind my back, trembled slightly as I turned back to the window.

ne. The individual entrusted with bringing my beloved here was dece

concern was palpable as he placed a han

no news about..." My words faltered, the gravity of the situation weighi

support that I desperately needed. "I'm so sorry. We

ape outside, once a symbol of anticipation and new beginnings, now felt like a vast, empty expanse

found silence. I clung to the slim hope that, somehow, against all odds, she might still be alive--to make me my own coffee.

color and light, the fading sunset casting a

of the impending meeting with Craig. The driver's steady hands on the wheel pr

ision were the last things I remembered clearly. The

urroundings. The once orderly interior of the car was now a twisted wreckage, and

. The sirens grew louder, and the faint outline of emergency vehicl