CHAPTER 179

The next day, as the sun began its ascent over the city skyline, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below, Romeo was seated in the back of a taxi, en route to Helen's house.

In his hand, he held a bouquet of flowers. Their vibrant colors served as an evidence of the burgeoning excitement and anticipation that thrummed through his veins.

As the taxi wove its way through the familiar streets of the city, Romeo couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous anticipation building within him.

His thoughts were consumed by the image of Helen's bright eyes and warm smile, her presence a beacon of light amidst the shadows of his recent trials and tribulations.

The memory of their chance encounter at the carnival lingered in his mind, a vivid reminder of the connection they had shared in those fleeting moments of joy and camaraderie.

With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, it was a palpable energy that seemed to fill the confines of the taxi with an electric charge.

As the tax