The Rainbow-Kissed Cover

Previously

…As the last vestiges of twilight painted the sky in hues of lavender and rose, Lily and Leo, their lights now a steady, confident beacon, drifted apart just a little. They did not fly away, not yet. They hovered, their wings beating a gentle rhythm, their lights painting intricate patterns in the air – patterns of promise, of shared dreams, of a love that had weathered the storm and emerged, not unscathed, but stronger, brighter, and forever bound. The meadow seemed to hold its breath, as if listening to the silent symphony of their glowing hearts, a prelude to the endless summer nights that had just been promised.