The sun poured gold across the marble balustrades of the Matten estate's eastern balcony, where laughter rang out like wind chimes in the breeze.
It was a bright day in Blue Moor, a soft spring wind rustling through the air, fluttering the sheer curtains of the arched doorway behind them.
Ezra sat comfortably, wine glass in hand, his boots propped against the edge of the table. Olivia leaned back beside him, graceful as ever, one hand draped across his arm while her other cradled a delicate tea cup. Red, arms folded, leaned against the pillar closest to them, her lips twitching in an uncharacteristic smile.
But it was Gen who held center stage.
She twirled barefoot in the sun, arms wide, red hair flaring as she spun once, then collapsed onto the lounge seat with a dramatic sigh.
"I missed everything." She announced. "The wind, the taste of food, the feel of water over skin. Did you know cold water is amazing? It's like being stabbed in the best way possible."
