I couldn't suppress my laughter as I observed Troy and Rye's bewildered expressions. Despite their icy glares, it was hard not to find amusement in their predicament. I wondered what magic Tyrone had used to persuade them to participate in this little escapade, serving as our makeshift "musicians" for the evening. The setting was utterly enchanting – a beautiful garden adorned with twinkling lights that resembled dancing fireflies. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an ambiance of tranquility. It felt just right, not too chilly nor too warm. To my surprise, both Troy and Rye had dressed up in handsome suits for the occasion.
"Ah, guys, I thought you knew how to sing," Tyrone said with a hint of frustration in his voice. "I'm really sorry, Diane."