Alexander glances from left to right. The lined-up trees were as tall as how he had remembered them to be, the grass trimmed, the bountiful flowers well taken care of. Everywhere he looked comes the people of fine clothing and strict posture. From time to time, there are gentlemen roaming around astride their horses, some on their phaeton. All women have their parasols with them, fearful of what the sun may do to their complexion. It is a typical day for them and socializing is a daily habit.
Lucy held his arm firmly while her other hand holds a parasol. They look like every bit of the couples strolling around Crimson Park.
After eating their first meal of the day, Lucy suggested having a stroll to ease out the tension of the delicacy she has shared with him. Since they have been around
