The warm twilight of late May painted Elliott Bay in breathless washes of peach, crimson, and deep violet. Pier 58 was closed to the public for the evening. At the very tip of the timber promenade, where the seventy-two yellow-cedar pergola arches swept gracefully out over the water, Ethan had arranged a private candlelit table adorned with white calla lilies, polished silver, and chilled vintage champagne. The gentle evening breeze…
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