The morning hours in Noveira were calm and breezy. As they stepped out of the hotel, a gentle breeze greeted them, carrying with it the crisp promise of a new day.
Davis sat in his wheelchair, exuding an aura so cold and commanding that passersby instinctively kept their distance, choosing instead to admire him from afar and the ladies—they couldn't help not drooling over him. Even in silence, he drew attention—his presence unmistakable. It was as though he is an emperor
Behind him, Jessica walked with quiet confidence, her hands steady on the handles of his wheelchair. She was not overshadowed by his presence. Despite Davis not standing on his feet, their striking appearance made heads turn and their grace and chemistry made onlookers marvel.
People around the lounge whispered in low voices their admiration for the couple.
While some rated them as —a match made in heaven, some termed them—a match written in the stars.
