Greta’s phone beeped while I struggled to form words.

“Julia?” Atlas said, approaching us.

“You know what,” he pulled me close, his eyes softening. “I am sorry. We shouldn’t fight, okay? I just… I want to live in the moment, ya know? Away from everything. That’s why…”

“It’s okay, Atlas. You’re right.” I admitted, leaning into his arms. “I won’t go back to designing, we won’t step into the corporate world for now, for family.”

His lips locked on mine, ...