Chapter 66. The Song We Hear

The other day, amidst our well-organized plans and a pocket of free time, we made the decision to capture the photo I had been eagerly anticipating. During our conversation, he provided an update on Reign's photo, noting that it had been dispatched to his studio. I questioned the rationale behind this decision, emphasizing my belief that art can thrive in various settings. However, as I turned away to adjust the lighting, an involuntary smile adorned my lips, revealing the underlying excitement in the moment.

Thankfully, there's an additional room in our home, housing various boxes and a few spare pieces of furniture. Silas took the initiative to tidy up the space, and together, we readied the area for the upcoming photo shoot.

"Should I turn off the AC?" he inquired.

Meeting his gaze, I sought clarification, "Feeling cold?"

He shook his head, displaying a hint of hesitation before revealing his thought. "Considering you