Lucy and Freidmirth had their routines on the front lawn, trying to get themselves on the right track. Meanwhile, Anasthasia sat in an elaborate chair with a table filled with pastries and tea sets for her to indulge.
Her flower dress was rather ravishing, fluttering along with the wind's beat. Her hair settled perfectly inside her pink Sunday hat.
Elliot stood behind her and observed the two in the distance.
"Why don't you sit here with me?" She tapped the adjacent side of the table with a spare chair.
"I'm not overly fond of those."
Her gaze was for the estranged, but she sighed, knowing no one could convince him when he held such a serious tone.
"Disappointed but not surprised." She looked up front and took a sip of the black tea. "At least have a seat; I don't mean you to eat as well."
"I suppose you're right."
