The soft summer breeze carried the gentle scent of jasmine through the open terrace doors. Seraphina stood still, letting the moment imprint itself into her memory. The golden lights twinkling like stars inside the room, the flickering lanterns swaying gently above, and her four husbands looking at her as if she was the center of their universe.
"No, love. Thank you… for everything," Lucian repeated, his voice low and thick with emotion. His eyes didn't waver from hers, and for a moment, the world around her quieted.
Kethan stepped forward and held up the velvet cake with four candles. "You've kept us alive, sane, and loved for two whole years," he said. "Now make a wish, Sera."
She smiled softly, leaning closer as she whispered, "I don't need to. I already have everything I've ever wished for."
And with that, she blew out the candles.
