Violet's P.O.V
"Grandmother!". Michael and I both yell synonymously, raising our hands up in the air. "Stop it and act your age. What if someone saw you like this?", her tone was stern but the smile on her face said otherwise. I just crossed my arms and pouted looking at the end of the hall where double doors are placed that leads to a balcony. I tried to focus my mind on how the light from the moon illuminated the flowers atop its railings while grandmother started her lecture-slash-rant about the event.
