In the distance, I heard the familiar clip-clop sound of horseshoes hitting the pavement. A moment later, a carriage stopped in front of us.
Elara gasped. “I didn’t even know they had these in Atlanta.”
I shrugged as I helped her into the carriage. “Crazy tourists will spend money on anything.”
The driver started taking us around the city. Warm summer air flowed through the windows, and the bright lights from the tall buildings lit up the streets.
Elara snuggled close against me while the carriage moved through the city.
We mostly stayed quiet, enjoying the ride and spending time together. It was a beautiful night.
After the ride ended, the carriage brought us back to the restaurant where the valet had my car ready. When we got back to the hotel, we saw our room had been prepared, an
