Madelyn's attention was drawn to an open-air restaurant, where a familiar face caught her eye. Bathed in the soft glow of the lights, the person sat gracefully before a piano, coaxing forth a soothing, rhythmic melody.

She could see the tattoos on his hands and the ones that were underneath his collar. His features were gentle, and his posture exuded poised elegance. Every motion he made embodied a noble elegance that distinguished him from everyone around.

A waiter approached Madelyn and said, "You must be Mr. Arnold's guest. We have a table reserved for you. Please follow me."

Madelyn held the bundle of roses. Her eyes were drawn to a small, glass-enclosed space set aside for private dining. The transparent walls allowed diners to enjoy the scenery outside. It would be a perfect spot to watch the snow falling, if it ever did.

"Please wait a moment. Mr. Arnold will be with you shortly."

"Madelyn." A clear and deep voice sounded from behind her. Madelyn turned around slowly to fin