As we stood on the edge of the garden, the breeze gently tugged at my hair and the occasional twinkling stars above seemed to nod knowingly at us, inviting us into the captivating night.
I glanced over at Ciara, whose eyes sparkled with mischief a glimmer that seemed to challenge me to embrace this wild, whimsical moment.
"Shall we?" I asked, mischievously extending my hand toward her, feigning an air of formality as though I was proposing to lead her on the grandest adventure.
"A dance-off under the stars?" she replied, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I'd love to, but wait, let me grab my tiara!"
"Right! Can't have a princess without her crown," I grinned, playfully bowing before her. As she laughed, I felt a rush of warmth flood my chest seeing her so carefree made my heart flutter like a trapped butterfly.
We walked hand in hand toward the labyrinth of hedges that twinkled under the soft glow of fairy lights.
