After a heartfelt dinner at a lakeside restaurant, Layla and Lucius decided to take a peaceful evening walk along the shore.
Layla let Lucius hold her hand as they strolled together, his fingers gently rubbing hers, making her smile at the small, affectionate gesture.
"You know," Layla began, her voice soft, "the last vacation I had with my family was when I was six. After that, I never went anywhere with them."
Lucius glanced at her, tilting his head slightly. "Why?" he asked.
