Every evening, a young man would sit near the park across his home. It was a quiet ritual — a moment to breathe, to escape the day, to watch the rhythm of life flow by. Among the people who passed through that little world of calm, there was one woman who seemed to carry her own light. She was extraordinary — effortlessly beautiful in a way words could never capture. Grace followed her with every step. There was a calm in her presence, a kindness in her eyes, and a smile that could turn an ordinary evening into something unforgettable. She wasn’t just someone you looked at — she was someone you felt. Of course, she was beautiful… but not in a fleeting way. Hers was the kind of beauty that lingers quietly, the kind you remember without realizing why. No matter how hard one tried, the eyes simply couldn’t move aside. The first time the man saw her, she was near the park gate, helping an old flower vendor arrange fallen garlands. That simple act — gentle and real — stayed with him. Fr...