The Quintillion Superstar System

88. it wasn’t a dream

Chapter Eighty Eight

Vincent lay there, deep in slumber, a contented smile adorning his face. His dreams were a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of love, excitement, and disbelief. In this particular dream, he found himself in a scenario that seemed too surreal to be true. Anastasia, the daughter of the President of the United States, was his girlfriend, his very first girlfriend, and it felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Vincent's room, though modest, was filled with mementos of their time together – photographs, love notes, and the scent of her favorite perfume lingering in the air. He stirred in his sleep, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips.

Anastasia, in his dream, was a vision of elegance and beauty. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. She wore a simple yet stunning evening gown that accentuated her grace and c