The Last Clinging Tendrils Of The Dream

Despite Zander’s downhill effort, Luan found the candlelight dinner sort of a quaint solitude for couple. It laid a diffuse orange glow over the long table and made even the peas and onions look romantic and mysterious. As he spooned the peas, he couldn’t help but remember Ailard’s first candlelight dinner with Renesmee. It was rather a chaotic one as Ailard tried to lit up three hundred of scented of candles in the hallway and ended up burnt his sleeves.

Luan wondered if everyone first attempts of preparing the candlelight dinner for their beloved partner will be the same as Ailard. William’s voice pulled Luan from his labyrinth of thoughts.

“I told you,” William said. “They all think of themselves as a very important and influence family in Nefelli land.”

“Do you mean Anderson family?” Inquired Evangeline.