The evening was enchanting, the air alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The soft glow of the garden lights illuminated the surroundings, casting a warm, golden hue over the scene. Lightning bugs flickered like tiny stars, adding to the magical ambiance.
Verena and Louis found themselves sitting on a wrought-iron bench, the soft cushions providing comfort under the starlit sky.
Cullen, feeling playful, leaned forward, his eyes bright with excitement. "Sister-in-law, there's this thrilling match happening this weekend. You have to come! It's going to be epic," he enthused, extending an invitation.
Verena was genuinely intrigued, and she tilted her head. "What kind of match is it?" she asked, her curiosity
piqued.
Cullen made a face, tsking in mock disbelief. "Why didn't Louis tell you? It's the most important match of the season!"
