The afternoon wore on, and the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson.
The garden glowed in the warm light, and a peaceful silence settled over the group. It was one of those rare, perfect moments, the kind you wish you could freeze in time.
I stretched out on the blanket, Lydia's head resting on my shoulder as she traced lazy circles on my palm.
Across from us, Riley and Seraphine were similarly relaxed, their hands intertwined as they leaned against one another.
"This is nice," Riley said, breaking the tranquil silence. Her green eyes sparkled as she looked around the garden. "I could get used to moments like this."
"You deserve them," Lydia replied, her voice soft and full of affection. "Both of you do."
