All the beauty seemed to freeze in this moment...
Looking closely, Landon Brooke also discovered a line of words spelled out by the light underneath the base—
TO Landon Brooke:
May we both be as eternal as the myriad of galaxies...
...
Landon Brooke watched the woman next to him who was leisurely propping her chin, idly playing with a globe, a rare glimmer of what could be called tenderness appearing in his usually cool eyes. His voice, still slightly cool, carried a hint of huskiness—
"How did you think to give this?"
His tone was flat, but the slight curve at the corner of his mouth indicated his good mood at this moment.
Tiana Williams glanced at him, replying, "Since it's a gift, it should have a special feel, some commemorative meaning."
"So, you think that what I gave wasn't special, had no commemorative meaning?"
Landon Brooke followed her words, asking softly with a deeper look in his eyes.
