Standing on the private terrace of their penthouse high above Central Park, Maya leaned against the stone balustrade, watching the vast expanse of New York City twinkle like a sea of diamonds in the crisp midnight air. The snow had cleared, leaving the sky crystalline and deep indigo, punctuated by brilliant stars. Ethan stepped out onto the terrace, carrying two crystal flutes of vintage champagne, wrapping his heavy cashmere overcoat…
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