Clicking his tongue in irritation, Julius stormed toward the garden, Wolfgang and Russell trailing behind.
As they approached, Julius stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. A long, elegant table was set in the middle of the garden, sparkling lights casting a warm, romantic glow.
Maverick and Abigail sat across from each other, their conversation light and accompanied by smiles. Abigail's laughter carried softly through the air, and Julius caught the sight of Maverick's rare smile in return.
Julius's jaw tightened, and he pressed his lips into a thin line, suddenly pulling the back collar of Wolfgang and Russell preventing them from entering.
"Why are we stopping?" Russell asked, his words muffled as Julius's hand grabbed the back of his collar, halting him in place. "Aren't we supposed to go in?"
