Sofia was happily chatting with her friends that afternoon. The garden was filled with laughter and the gentle rustle of leaves as Anne and Elise arrived with Tristan, bringing their usual energy and warmth. The late sun cast a golden glow over everything, wrapping the moment in quiet peace.
The girls had prepared a picnic blanket under the big tree near the lake, where the shade was cool and the breeze carried the scent of pine and wildflowers. Gwen had been the one in charge of decorating the area, and she did it beautifully. Sofia had been shocked and delighted when she saw lanterns hanging from the branches, soft pillows scattered across the blanket, and a small basket of fresh flowers resting at the center. It looked simple yet magical, like something out of a memory she never wanted to end.
