Sarah sat at the side table with her chin propped in one hand. She was watching two separate couples dissolve into their own private universes as if the rest of the seaside estate had simply ceased to exist.
The sunset poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the first floor in bands of molten gold and violet. The soft ambient lighting dimmed in response as if it wanted to set the mood.
Over by the pool table, Grayson had his hand resting on the small of Neville's back while murmuring something near his ear.
Whatever he said made Neville's ears turn a shade of pink that no amount of dim lighting could hide.
Neville smacked Grayson's arm and tried to look annoyed, but the corners of his mouth curled upward.
A few meters away, Bryan leaned against the table, while Iris pretended she wasn't leaning into his shoulder. Bryan's free hand rested casually on the back of the table.
