The sun rose slow and golden over Jabi Lake, painting the surface of the water in soft amber hues. Mist rolled gently along the quiet shoreline, and birds called lazily from distant palms.
The villa, a private luxury escape nestled in the hills of Maitama, felt far from the noise and fanfare of the night before.
Inside the villa, everything whispered serenity. The air was still, heavy with the scent of fresh hibiscus, while light jazz played softly from a speaker tucked into the corner of the airy living room.
White curtains billowed lazily in the morning breeze.
Sam and Kayla had spent the entire night wrapped in a cocoon of laughter, whispering memories, and playful kisses.
And now, barefoot, dressed in just a simple robe, Sam stood at the balcony, gazing into the sprawling horizon; Abuja's skyline rising like a memory in motion.
