*Celestia*
I glance nervously out the window, wringing my hands as I try to shake off the anxiety that's been building up. The thought of paparazzi finding us today is too much to bear.

Tom notices my distress and walks over, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. "Relax, babe". He reassures me. "New Yorkers are generally more laid-back around celebrities. Besides, this is our special day. Don't let the paparazzi ruin it for us".

I try to smile, but I'm still not entirely convinced. "But what about your Felicity and the court case? I'm scared, Tom. I don't want to answer questions about it".

He pulls me into a warm embrace, his body radiating comfort. "I promise you, if anyone is rude enough to ask I will handle it. But for now, let's focus on enjoying our day in this incredible city".

I nod, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Tom kisses my forehead, and we share a tender moment before getting ready to leave.

As Tom and I slide into the city car, the excitement in the air is palpable. The hustle and bustle of New York City surrounds us as we make our way through the vibrant streets. Tom holds my hand, offering a warm, reassuring squeeze. I can't help but feel a sense of relief as I realize there are no paparazzi in sight.

Before long, we arrive at a private dock where a luxurious boat awaits us. We are greeted by a friendly crew member who escorts us on board. The boat's deck is set up for a romantic brunch, complete with a table adorned with fresh flowers and a mouth-watering spread of food.

The boat departs, and we set off to sail around the Statue of Liberty. The sun shines brightly, casting a golden glow on the water as the iconic symbol of freedom slowly comes into view. Tom and I marvel at the sight, our hands intertwined, as we share this unforgettable experience.

We sit down to enjoy our brunch, savoring every delicious bite. The gentle breeze and soothing sound of the water make the moment feel almost surreal. I glance at Tom and see his eyes filled with love and happiness.

As we sail around the statue, it feels as if time stands still. For a moment, the worries of the world fade away, and it's just the two of us, basking in the beauty of the present.

The boat glides effortlessly towards Ellis Island, and as we approach the dock, a cheerful guide with a welcoming smile greets us. Tom and I disembark, excited for our private tour of this historical site.

"Welcome to Ellis Island !" The guide exclaims, his enthusiasm contagious. "My name's Elliot, and I'll be showing you around today".

As Elliot leads us through the island, he shares fascinating stories and historical tidbits that capture our attention. We learn about the millions of immigrants who passed through these halls in search of a better life, and the rich tapestry of cultures that make up the fabric of America.

We explore the beautifully restored Great Hall, where immigrants were processed and their paperwork was examined. Elliot points out the intricate details on the ceiling, the restored wooden benches, and the exhibits of personal artifacts, each telling a unique story.

As we walk down the long corridors, I can't help but imagine the countless people who once stood here, filled with hope and anticipation. Tom squeezes my hand, and I can sense he is feeling the same mix of awe and reverence.

Elliot is a captivating storyteller, skillfully weaving history with personal anecdotes that bring the past to life. As we take in the breathtaking views of the city skyline and the Statue of Liberty from Ellis Island, the significance of this place resonates deeply within us.

Our tour comes to an end, and we thank Elliot for the unforgettable experience. As Tom and I step back onto the boat, we carry with us not only the memories of this day but also a deeper appreciation for the stories and struggles that have shaped the city we now explore.

As the boat pulls away from Ellis Island, Tom and I stand at the railing, hand in hand, watching the city skyline come into view once again. The sun is at its highest, reflecting of the water. We share a peaceful moment, lost in our thoughts and the beauty surrounding us.

As we dock back in Manhattan, we make our way to the 9/11 Memorial, eager to pay our respects. The solemn atmosphere is palpable, and we can feel the weight of history and the emotions that linger in the air.

We walk along the bronze parapets, engraved with the names of those who perished on that tragic day. The sound of water cascading down the memorial's twin reflecting pools offers a soothing backdrop as we take in the enormity of the loss.

Tom and I pause for a moment of silence, honoring the lives that were lost and the bravery of those who responded to the tragedy. We hold each other close, feeling the gravity of the site and the resilience it represents.

As we continue through the memorial, we come across the Survivor Tree, a symbol of hope and rebirth. Its leaves rustle gently in the breeze, a reminder that life goes on, even in the face of immense adversity.

With heavy hearts, we leave the 9/11 Memorial, grateful for the opportunity to reflect and remember. So far our day of sightseeing has opened our eyes to the strength and spirit of New York City.

"Okay, time for something less serious". Tom tells me.

As Tom suggests a change of pace, we make our way to Central Park, ready to immerse ourselves in the lush green surroundings that offer a welcome reprieve from the concrete jungle. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting dappled light through the leaves of the trees that line the winding paths.

We stroll leisurely along the pathways, taking in the vibrant mix of people, from joggers and cyclists to families enjoying picnics on the grass. The sounds of laughter and lively chatter fill the air, adding to the park's cheerful atmosphere.

"This remind me of the park at home, and Flora's garden". I say smiling.

Tom stops and pull me in for a sweet kiss, then says. "Me too".

As we continue our walk, we come across an ice cream stand, its colorful umbrella beckoning us over. We eagerly approach the vendor, ready to indulge in a cool treat to beat the warmth of the day. Tom orders a double scoop of chocolate chip, while I opt for a refreshing scoop of raspberry sorbet.

With our ice creams in hand, we find a nearby bench to sit on and savor our treats. The flavors dance on our tongues, providing the perfect balance of sweetness and refreshment. We watch as children play nearby, their joy contagious and uplifting.

"Here taste mine". Tom says, holding his ice cream out to me.

I take a lick. "Yum, here try mine".

He does so, letting out a moan of delight that has me needing more ice cream to cool myself.

As we finish our ice creams, we continue our amble through Central Park, hand in hand, taking in the beauty of the foliage, the tranquil ponds, and the vibrant energy of the city's residents. The serenity of the park offers a stark contrast to the bustling streets, reminding us of the city's multifaceted nature.

Our stroll through Central Park leaves us feeling rejuvenated and ready for the next adventure that awaits us in the ever-changing landscape of New York City.

After leaving Central Park, Tom and I decide to go to the iconic Brooklyn Bridge to explore the area and take in the stunning views. As the driver navigates the bustling streets, the bridge gradually comes into sight, its distinctive silhouette an architectural marvel.

The driver finds a parking spot nearby, and promises to wait there for us.

We begin our walk towards the bridge, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the cityscape. As we approach, the sounds of the East River and the hum of traffic fill our ears.

"So, what do you think of New York so far ?" Tom asks me, a playful smile on his lips.

"I love it". I reply, my eyes taking in the awe-inspiring surroundings. "There's so much life and energy here. It's like nowhere else I have ever been".

Tom nods in agreement. "It's definitely a one-of-a-kind city. I'm glad we're getting to experience it together".

We continue our stroll along the pedestrian walkway, marveling at the intricate details of the suspension cables and the majestic stone towers. The city's skyline stretches out before us, a breathtaking sight that leaves us both momentarily speechless.

As we walk, we strike up a conversation about our favorite moments from the trip so far. We share stories, laughter, and reflections on the unique experiences we have had, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

As we reach the end of the Brooklyn Bridge, we pause to take a few photos, capturing the stunning vista for posterity. With satisfied smiles, we decide to make our way back to Manhattan, already planning our next adventure in this incredible city.

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the buildings as we walk hand in hand, our hearts full of gratitude for the unforgettable experiences we are sharing.

As the sunset paints  the city, Tom and I decide to visit the iconic Empire State Building to take in the panoramic views of New York City from its observation deck. We enter the majestic lobby and make our way to the elevator, excited to see the cityscape illuminated first by the setting sun and then by thousands of twinkling lights.

Upon reaching the 86th-floor observation deck, we step out into the cool evening air and are immediately captivated by the breathtaking 360-degree view. The city stretches out before us, a glittering tapestry of lights and towering buildings.

As we move around the deck, taking in the sights and snapping photos, a young woman approaches Tom with a hesitant smile. Recognizing him, she musters the courage to speak up.

"Excuse me, are you Tom Hiddleston ?" She asks. Tom nods affirmatively, curious about her intentions.

"I just wanted to say that I've been following your story, and I know that your ex, Felicity, has been spreading lies about you and Celestia. I want you to know that your fans see through it, and we are cheering for you both". She says, her sincerity evident in her eyes.

Tom's face lights up with gratitude as he thanks the young woman. "I really appreciate your support. It means a lot to both of us". He replies with genuine warmth.

The fan beams with excitement, clearly touched by Tom's kind words. She asks for a photo with him, to which he gladly obliges. After I have snapped a  couple of quick pictures of them together, she wishes us well and disappears back into the crowd, leaving us with a renewed sense of hope and validation.

Tom and I continue our exploration of the Empire State Building's observation deck, our spirits lifted by the unexpected encounter. As we gaze out over the city, hand in hand, we are reminded that love and support can be found in the most unexpected places and that sometimes, the truth shines brighter than the tallest skyscraper.

Next up, Tom takes me to the Rockefeller Center, a stunning Art Deco complex in the heart of Manhattan. He has arranged a surprise for me... a private dinner at the legendary Rainbow Room, known for its exquisite cuisine and unparalleled views of the city.

Upon entering our private dining room, I'm immediately taken aback by the opulent surroundings, from the elegant table settings to the dazzling chandeliers overhead. I can't help but express my astonishment. "Tom, this is incredible, but it's too much".

He grins, taking my hand and leading me to the table. "I just wanted to spoil you a bit, Celestia. Before we know it, our world will be filled with babies and diapers. Tonight, it's all about us".

I smile, touched by his thoughtful gesture, and we settle into our seats, ready to indulge in a luxurious dining experience. Soft melodies from a live piano performance drift through the air, creating a romantic ambiance.

As we peruse the menu, we decide to opt for the chef's tasting menu, eager to sample a variety of the Rainbow Room's finest dishes. Our meal begins with a delicate amuse-bouche, followed by a series of exquisite courses that delight our senses with each bite.

Throughout the evening, we engage in heartfelt conversations, sharing our hopes and dreams for the future as well as reminiscing about our journey together so far. The city lights twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing a magical backdrop for our intimate dinner.

As we savor the final bites of our dessert, Tom reaches across the table to hold my hand, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me, Celestia. I can't wait to see what life has in store for us".

I squeeze his hand in return, my heart swelling with affection. "I couldn't have asked for a better partner, Tom. I'm looking forward to every new adventure we'll share together".

As the evening draws to a close, we take a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view from the Rainbow Room one last time. Hand in hand, we leave the Rockefeller Center, our hearts full from the unforgettable night and the excitement of the life we are building together.