The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 320

The tiny sparklers ignited, emitting a predictably underwhelming, pathetic fizzle.

Elara waved the dying sparks in the air with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Are you captivated yet, Mr. Whitaker?"

Zane leaned against the car, grinning lazily at her. "I've seen better."

"Do you need me to twirl for you?"

"No, just watch your coat. Don't set your hair on fire," Zane teased.

Elara dramatically spun around anyway, fully committing to the ridiculous bit.

Then, the sparklers in her hands sputtered and died completely.

"Well, Mr. Whitaker, I gave it my absolute best. Maybe next time you can splurge a little and buy something that lasts longer than—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening shriek tore through the silence. A massive, brilliant shell shot into the pitch-black sky, exploding into a blinding shower of gold.

Suddenly, the entire horizon erupted. Hundreds of towering, intricate fireworks launched from the surrounding fields, painting the night sky in breathtaking, explosive color.

Zane casually tossed the burnt sparklers aside, gently brushing a speck of ash from her shoulder. He opened his heavy overcoat and pulled her flush against his chest, wrapping her securely in his warmth.

"How's the view now, Ms. Vance?"

Elara couldn't wipe the ecstatic smile from her face. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, sinking into his solid embrace. "It's spectacular."

"The city banned them, but out here, nobody cares."

Elara looked up at him skeptically. "There is absolutely nowhere in this state where 'nobody cares' about this kind of firepower."

"Alright, I filed the permits with the local county."

"Is that all?"

Zane let out a low chuckle, holding her tighter. "I may have also heavily sponsored their new community center to make this happen."

The display was magnificent. Against the endless dark of the rural sky, the explosive bursts wove a masterpiece of pure, unfiltered romance.

Elara wrapped her arms securely around his neck. "Thank you, Zane."

Zane's eyes crinkled with absolute adoration. "A kiss would be a much better thank you."

Elara tilted her chin up and pressed her lips firmly against his.

Overhead, the legendary custom pyrotechnics—The Panorama of the Golden Empire—detonated, raining a breathtaking cascade of liquid gold across the sky.

Zane leaned down, his long fingers threading into her hair as he deepened the kiss with crushing intensity.

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