Andrei sat at the head of the table, his silk shirt unbuttoned halfway. He had everything—the cars, the influence, the respect. But as the speakers began to play the familiar opening chords of his gaze drifted to Elena, who was standing by the balcony railing, looking out at the waves.
"You've been quiet all night," Andrei said, leaning against the marble. "The party is for you." Andrei sat at the head of the table,
For the first time in years, he didn't offer a gift or a promise of a luxury trip. He simply turned off the external speakers, silencing the music for the crowd, and pulled her into a dance in the sudden, heavy silence of the terrace. "You've been quiet all night," Andrei said, leaning
Andrei reached out, taking her hand. "The song says I’d give you the moon from the sky. Is that what’s wrong? I haven't found a way to pull it down yet?" Andrei reached out, taking her hand
The party roared behind them as the chorus hit its peak—a celebration of grand gestures and infinite loyalty. Andrei looked at his diamond ring, then back at the woman who had been with him since they were teenagers in a dusty apartment in Bucharest.
