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    It was never about the asion—it was about the feeling. When she was with someone who truly mattered, every single day carried its own kind of magic.


    At exactly ten o’clock that night, after dinner, Ellis steered the car toward her gift’s hidden location. Knowing how much she thrived on structure, he gently asked her to wait in the car for just a moment.


    Freya eyed him curiously as he drove, noting the quiet seriousness in his expression.


    “Hey, where are we going?”


    “You’ll see.”


    “You can’t give me a hint?”


    “It’s a surprise.”


    Freya nced at him again, her thoughts starting to drift.


    He’d changed out of his usual clothes after work, dressed more sharply than usual.


    “Wait… are you about to propose to me?” she asked, raising a brow.


    Ellis blinked, caught off guard, then let out a quietugh. His voice was calm, with just a trace of amusement. “You dropping hints that I should?”


    Freya stilled. So… not a proposal?


    “Don’t worry,” he added with a yful grin. “I’ll start nning it. I promise it’ll be perfect.”


    “That’s not what I meant,” she said quickly.


    “I know.”


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    “NO, you don’t.”


    “You’re right—I don’t.”


    Freya fell quiet. She thought about exining further, but it felt pointless. Whatever he was nning, she could tell it involved mischief. Fine then. She’d just start nning her own proposal. Might even beat him to it.


    While both plotted in silence, Ellis drove them higher and higher, winding along the road to a mountaintop. When they arrived, the dashboard read 11:50 p.m. He didn’t get out. Instead, he locked the doors and sat still.


    Freya looked at him, puzzled. “What’s going on?”


    “Just need a quick break.”


    “A break?”


    “Been driving a while. I’m beat.”


    Freya frowned. None of it made sense.


    After a beat, Ellis finally unlocked the doors and led her out, guiding her carefully. He gently covered her eyes with his hands as they walked.


    They moved slowly.


    Once they reached the center of a quiet structure, Ellis turned her around so she faced away from it.


    At exactly 11:59, he took his hands away. “Alright, open your eyes.”


    Freya blinked as her eyes adjusted, trying to make sense of the scene. They were on a hilltop, ringed by safety rails. The area around them waspletely dark. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.


    “Why are we here?” she asked, confused.


    Ellis started to count down. “Five… four…”


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