The park was buzzing with people—bright, lively, full of chatter and music.
Sophia sat on a bench with little Faye in her lap, enjoying the breeze. A few minutes later, Damien came back with the other five kids, all holding ice cream cones.
"Here," he said, handing one to her. "Vanilla—your favorite."
Sophia blinked in surprise. "How did you know I like vanilla?"
"Because I told him!" Charles grinned proudly, his little chest puffed out.
Sophia chuckled. "Alright then, let's go."
As they walked past a historic building, Damien stopped. "Hey, I used to study photography. Want me to take a few shots of you?"
"You? Seriously?" she teased, one brow arching.
"Absolutely," he said, grinning. "I'm not joking."
She smirked, stepped closer to the old brick wall, and casually slipped one side of her jacket off her shoulder. The sunlight caught the edges of her hair as she put on her sunglasses and licked her ice cream, effortlessly stunning.
