Dream or reality?

The spacious lavish room was equipped with expensive baroque furniture, a king-size bed in the middle with a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and huge French windows with thick silk drapes pinned neatly on the side welcoming the golden stream to illuminate the marbled floor. An array of antique showpieces on the vintage wooden shelves, some cryptic but exquisite paintings hung on the wall but ignoring all these fancy items, a pair of brown eyes were riveted on the small balcony, gazing at it with deep curiosity. Unable to rein it, Evelyn padded there and opened the doors hurriedly before stepping outside.

Dylan smiled, just like he expected.

Evelyn plopped on the swing. Coiling her fingers around the metallic chains, she started swinging while giggling to herself. Her smile was the key to his happiness. Dylan was aware of how much his little wifey adored the swings so he made sure to arrange one for her.

Fate wasn’t merciful to him because the ship had already sailed by the