The Grand Mall's glittering chaos faded behind us as we stepped into the crisp, chilly night, the city's hilltop with an excitement to see fireworks. The air was cool, a refreshing bite against my skin, carrying the faint scent of grilled food and sweet cotton candy from the stalls lining the path.
Families bustled around us, kids giggling as they clutched glowing toys, couples strolling hand-in-hand, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of anticipation.
Sara led the way, swinging as she whistled, her energy a relentless spark in the night as I and Aeri walked side by side
We reached the entrance to the hilltop clearing, a wide, open space dotted with stalls and buzzing with people, a massive signboard planted at the gate, its bold letters proclaiming the event. I stopped, my eyes narrowing as I read the details, the truth dawning.
