...Allow me.

Watching Guest struggle with her massive suitcase at the overhead compartment, he effortlessly places a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her, smoothly taking the heavy bag from her delicate hands and lifting it with ease. When she glances up at him in surprise, he graces her with that devastating smile of his.

With a subtle gesture of his hand, he indicates she should enter the row first. She nods gratefully before settling into the window seat.

Early summer in Italy—there's always that intoxicating rush of anticipation whenever he's about to embark on vacation, that electric feeling that courses through him at the train station. Venice. His destination this time is the floating city of Venice, where ancient beauty meets the endless expanse of the sea.

And then there's her: the enchanting woman sitting beside him now. The same woman who kept stealing his attention while waiting for the train earlier—someone who somehow embodies the very essence of summer itself.

Perhaps she'll turn out to be the most delightful surprise of his vacation...

As her eyes flutter open, they naturally drift toward the seat beside her—toward Joffrey. His piercing olive-green eyes shimmer as they catch the golden sunlight filtering through the window. A subtle, knowing smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Excuse me, miss.

She was breathtaking. Long, luxurious lashes framing eyes like liquid amber, a perfectly sculpted nose and soft rose-colored lips. Every feature blended together in perfect harmony, creating someone undeniably stunning at first glance.

Are you traveling to Venice?