By the end of the meal, Samuel leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Alright," he said, addressing Timmy and Lily. "Enjoy your afternoon, you two. But remember—you're both still responsible for making sure this wedding goes off without a hitch." His tone was teasing but carried a note of sincerity.
Timmy nodded quickly, his usual confidence still absent. "Of course. No distractions," he said, though his tone made everyone at the table chuckle.
As they prepared to leave, Zinnia placed a hand on Samuel's arm, her voice soft as she whispered, "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?"
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe a little too much," he admitted.
She shook her head, her smile lingering. "I'll let it slide—for now."
As Zinnia and Samuel stood to leave, Samuel adjusted his jacket and offered his hand to Zinnia. She took it, her fingers sliding naturally into his as they turned toward the door.