The children were standing neatly in a row under a shady tree. On the table before them was the watermelon juice they had so carefully prepared.
Naomi Kenway took a few steps forward and saw her son rushing toward her, a happy look on his face. She opened her arms to hug him, laughing, "Alright, not too long. Mommy's all sweaty."
Ian Shaw took Naomi Kenway's hand and led her forward until they arrived at the table.
Ian carefully picked up a cup of watermelon juice, bowing like a little gentleman. "Your Highness Mommy, please taste the watermelon juice Ian made for you."
Amused, Naomi Kenway took the cup and had a sip. It was refreshingly cold. "Did you put ice in this?"
Ian Shaw nodded. "But the ice is melting a little fast."
"It's delicious. Thank you, my sweet boy." She instinctively offered the cup to Ian for a taste, but a crew member stopped her. "The watermelon juice made by the young guests can only be tasted by the adult guests."
