After dinner, as Layla prepared their bed, Lucius entered the room holding a small, neatly wrapped bag. "Layla," he called softly, drawing her attention. She turned, curious, and he handed her the bag with a warm smile.
"I didn't forget to bring you something from Spain," he said, his voice laced with gentle amusement. "I only teased you earlier to see your reaction."
Layla chuckled, feeling her cheeks warm. "You have a unique way of surprising me," she murmured, pulling out a delicate silk shawl from the bag. It was embroidered with intricate patterns that hinted at Spanish artistry, soft to the touch, and radiating a comforting warmth that went beyond the fabric. "I love it," she whispered, tracing her fingers over the threads. "With autumn so close, I'll enjoy wrapping myself in this every evening."
As she went to place the bag aside, her eyes caught a glimpse of another box inside. Surprised, she turned to Lucius. "You bought another gift?"
