The pergola was now lit up; a little bud was glowing which were mostly flowers hung on the ceiling. Lucien didn't notice any flowers except for tiny flower buds which were now grown into a flower illuminating its light.
'Now that I think about it, is it cold today?'
The conversation about forgiving was long past and he didn't ask anything more. Instead, he had turned silent. She noticed how Efthalia had put on light loose clothes covering his neck, wrist, and below the waist. Lucien looks around the surroundings one more time before landing on Efthalia. 'If I remember correctly, it's going to be summer, right? Doesn't he feel the humidity rising day by day?'
Lucien had excused herself many times to the bathroom since she drank a little too many cups of tea.
