"Hahaha..."
The elegant old house was filled with the laughter of adults and children, and the whole atmosphere was full of life.
Abigail Green rested her chin on her hand, looking at the lively courtyard, and her heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction.
Brandon Piers had someone bring over a rocking chair and placed it next to Abigail. He leaned lazily, displaying an air of idle elegance.
By several grills, a pastry chef was making desserts. The aroma of meat was mixed with a sweet smell. Kelvin Max and Kennan Max skillfully brought out a few bottles of fine red wine from the cellar. Noel Roberts grabbed a bottle and poured it over the freshly grilled beef. The summer evening breeze lightly swept by, carrying a drunken sweetness.
The old man teased little George Piers, who was dozing off while listening to soft music, with a teething toy.
