The river house patio overlooked a slow stretch of water that reflected the orange and gold colors of early evening. Lanterns hanging from dark wooden beams cast warm pools of light across the stone floor while a soft breeze carried the scent of river reeds and freshly cut grass. A small round table sat between two cushioned chairs, already occupied by an open bottle of wine, a half-finished cheese board, and several sheets of wedding planning notes covered in handwritten comments.
Galathea sat with one leg tucked beneath her as she studied a seating chart.
Seraphina sat across from her looking as though she'd rather infiltrate a hostile government than organize a wedding reception.
Galathea glanced up. "You've been staring at that flower arrangement bids for ten minutes."
Seraphina took a sip of wine. "I'm hoping it fixes itself."
"It won't," Galathea chuckled
"I had to try," Seraphina shrugged.
Galathea laughed.
