8:30.
The sky had completely darkened.
Daisy Ginger came out of the tent barefoot and plugged in the fairy lights.
Soon, around the tent, three meters wide, warm yellow lights began to flicker.
She hummed a tune, squatted by the tent playing with sand for a while, then hugged her knees, crouching beside the tent, and looked down at the time.
It was 8:30, not knowing when Edward Stephens would arrive.
However, the distance from the city center to the seaside takes two hours, so it was normal for Edward to arrive a bit late.
She raised her head, listening to the sound of the waves, watching the stars twinkling in the sky.
That night, just like eight years ago, the weather was still clear, the starry night just as splendid.
Daisy Ginger's lips curled slightly as she looked at the distant waves, her eyes softening with the memories.
*
Lady Stephens called.
