The garden was bathed in silver moonlight, its towering hedges casting long, eerie shadows over the stone pathways.
The scent of night-blooming jasmine curled through the cool air, mingling with the distant murmur of the party still echoing from the grand house.
The upstairs balcony overlooked the scene, its wrought iron railing tangled with ivy, while the glow from the chandeliers inside barely reached the garden's darkest corners.
Laz stood there, leaning against the ivy-covered wall at the garden's edge.
The moonlight reflected on his sharp features, casting haunting shadows across his face.
His dark eyes, unreadable and intense, followed Frida as she stormed toward him, her breath coming in short, furious puffs.
She didn't want to scold him in front of everyone, so she had grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside.
"How could you be so relaxed right now?" she fumed. "You were literally just caught!"
