[Third-person POV: general]
The courtyard was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting shadows across the garden. Younger Eden and Angelina sat side by side at the edge of the fountain, its gentle splashes providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet night.
The night held a special significance; it was the eve of their engagement, a momentous occasion that would bind their destinies. As they sat together, they both felt awkward around each other.
Angelina gazed at Eden, his silhouette glowing in the moonlight. "Why are you so quiet?" she began, her voice a gentle melody of a child.
Eden turned to her, his eyes reflecting the stars above as he grumbled while touching the small engagement ring in his hand. "Why do I have to marry you?"
Angelina, a little bit hurt by his words, smacked his head as she replied, "You are the one who wanted to marry me."
