The rooftop of a seven-star hotel was bathed in soft, ambient light, transforming it into a private sanctuary high above the bustling city below.
A table for two was elegantly set, complete with crystal glassware and fine china, creating an intimate atmosphere under the starlit sky.
A woman looking in her late thirties dressed in an elegant blue sheath dress that accentuated her well-endowed bosom, looked across the table at Derek with a mixture of affection and concern as they enjoyed their private dinner.
She had short yet silky blue hair that complimented her radiant blue eyes.
"How's the food, honey? I picked this since it's your favorite," Cecilia asked, her smile warm as she gestured towards the gourmet dishes before them.
Derek paused, savoring a forkful of the meal, and then nodded appreciatively, "You know my taste best. This is sublime," he replied, his voice carrying a note of genuine pleasure.
