Lucia lay on the grassy hillock, the soft glow of the moon casting silver threads across the canopy of trees above. The night was serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her heart. Nicholo’s hand clasped hers tightly, his heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one blue—reflecting the moonlight with an intensity that matched his emotions.
“We can’t keep sneaking away like this forever,” Nicholo murmured, a tinge of regret in his voice.
Lucia turned to face him, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like an inky waterfall. “I know, but right now, there’s more at stake than just our secret.”
"I'm sorry if we have to pause again our announcement."
"Nicholo, you know it's fine. I think right now, it's much better thay way. I don't want our parents to worry more, especially now
